THE TRUTH ABOUT MY PIGEON: A STORY OF CRUELTY & RESILIENCE

The first time I encountered death was at the age of 5. I remember walking back from the park with my family and tripping on the torn and twisted corpse of a pigeon, burst open with its red and purple strewn across the tarmac. It had a snapped beak and crushed head, but its tortured eyes were wide open.