Killing Chickens

killing chickens; this reminds me of basically the hard times we as people have to experience in live.

A thirty eight year old mother, getting a divorce and raising two children. She didnt seem to have much experince with killing chickens; from what i understood it was previencely her husbands task.
 she was a sad women, killing these birds with her own hands. so horrible she had to take breaks inbetween each murdur.
Her childern were confused they didnt understand why their father wasnt there and they wonderd if they would see him.
On this day it was her birthday, she was sad; you could tell depression was consuing her in her own way. They origonaly had plans to out for her special day; last minute she changed her mind and said they would say home and it'd be just them.
I dont know if others pick up on her sadness and depression; i've lived depression i live it almost everyday and i know the sad lonley feeling, it consumes you. over come by this divoce, and on top of it twisting and breaking a living things neck while it jurks for safty.