Reblogged from missiontomission, written by Brian Fulmer.
I was created by my mother to reproduce; I assume to be her legacy. But I was a failure from the start as it was learned that I was not fertile. I was removed from my mother immediately (again I assumed because I had no worth to her). What good is an infertile being to it’s mother? After being loaded in a dirty truck I was put through harsh showers and abused by harsh lights and belts only to end up in a dark cold box where I was cold and alone. What had I done to deserve this?