Growing up in a self made farm
I was the youngest of 7 siblings. My eldest sister is 15 years older than me. My second oldest brother was 11 years older than me. So when he decided to go to college and take up Veterinary Medicine I was only 5 years old.
The first few years he was in college he would come home during weekends and tell me how he studied this kind of animal or that kind of animal. I felt so jealous because he was able to touch and feel the animals when I would imagine how it was like.
Finally on his final year my parents decided to raise pigs as a business. We had like 4 pig pens. We had one mother pig who bore the piglets that we raised, but sometimes my parents would sell them and only keep 4 or 5 at a time. My brother of course was the resident doctor.
Aside from the pigs, we slowly started to get more animals. Some were patients of my brother. Like one cat who he took out the ovaries, another cat that he neutered, a turkey (i don't know what was wrong with him), a parrot who had some kind of problem with his tongue, a duck who thought he was a dog, a dog who thought she was a duck, plus a Mayna bird who screams and yells at us.
It was fun for a 10 year old to have had all the pets, but I think it was more fun for my brother to be able to take care of them.
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