I am torn between my Wild Duck and my father's detest of it. He hates it but I do not understand. I love my wild duck, and I pray for its safety every single night. It is always there, it keeps me company and never lets me down. My wild duck is a constant, and probably the only thing keeping stability in my life. But my father hates it. He hates it more than anything and this crushes my spirit. I wish I could some other way, but to show daddy I love him there is no other way other than for me to kill the Wild Duck that I love. Why does life have to be this way. Why is the only way I can show love killing? It is an unjust world we live in. But I must come to terms with the situation, and daddy is more important to me than anything. My only option is to bare the pain of seeing my wild duck get killed.
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