A warm embrace, constant care and protection were my new environment. The humans around me took care of my every need. The moment this disgustingly weak body of mine let out a cry, someone came over and fed me or wiped my bottom.

Sometimes, I ate from a bottle and other times from the breasts of my mother. As her baby, I felt no shame, just the need for food and the warm protective embrace she held me in. Her voice comforted me and made me fall asleep with ease.

We never asked to be created. We never begged for the gift of life, yet… we were generously offered the power to take it from others.

When we opened our eyes, we were told to kill… to hunt… to die… and to be hunted down.

We were animals…

We were prey…

We still dreamed… a dream that lacked hope and desire… a simple one…