This is the second time we've found a baby mouse by our garage. The first one my mom killed with no mercy. Today I found the second, too young to even open its eyes fighting death. I found their sibling crushed by the car. It's still breathing, even now, but mom left it for dead outside. I want to help it, save it, something, anything. I watched a video and off of it they shall die within the next hour. My mom wants to help me, but she won't. She say I'll help you make a nest, but we both know a nest will do nothing without food and other necessities. My guts all messed up. The warning signs can feel like butterflies. Why do I care for the innocent more than the old? A village could be slaughtered, but if the child is even touched ill break into tears. Why's the world so cruel?