The owner died more than a month ago. The son also abandoned her; we assume she was ready to give birth since the babies if they reach a month are many. She gave birth there and went a month without eating.
We don’t know how she survived, or how those two tiny soldiers survived. Caught on her mother’s breast, without a drop of milk and suffering from severe anemia, she was physically consumed by worms. Look how frantic she was when she was released, despite the fact that her infirmity makes it difficult for her to move.
Last night, we went looking for her. You can only image how bad the stench was all over her rotten flesh. She was withering to death.
We administered first aid, medicated, administered saline, sanitized, and removed any probable worms. She also let him use the mattress. She refused to eat or drink. We didn’t know if the larger insect had impacted her throat or perforated the jaw, stopping her from doing it.
She has additional tiny bugs on her gum, pear, hand, and hip, as well as a scab on her hip… Her situation is dreadful.We looked after babies who, thankfully, did not have bugs. They simply begin eating. We applied flea powder to them and dewormed them.
This story of survival and compassion reminds us of the power of kindness even in the face of unthinkable hardship.
Together we can make a difference nurturing life and hope where it is needed most.
Let us share this story and Inspire others to act with compassion for every living being deserves a chance at a better tomorrow.
Sales Assistant Insults My Wife—You Won’t Believe the Revenge I Got Days Later
Recently, my lovely wife decided to turn her love for fashion into a career. She started looking for jobs in retail, thinking it would be a perfect match for her interests.
One afternoon, she came home upset and told me what had happened. Emma explained that earlier that day, she had gone to the shopping center.
While walking around, she noticed a popular lingerie store with a “Now Hiring” sign in the window.
She shared how her excitement quickly faded when she approached the sales assistant to ask about the job.
The rude woman didn’t even look at my wife until she was standing right in front of her. Despite feeling a bit discouraged, Emma still asked about the application process with enthusiasm. Instead of answering kindly, the assistant gave her a nasty look and said:
When Emma got home, she was in tears, heartbroken by the cruel remark. I had never seen her so devastated before, and it shattered me to see her like that.
Over the next few days, I came up with a plan. I called my friend Mike, who works in the fashion industry, and told him what had happened. Mike was eager to help.
“That’s unbelievable,” Mike said on the phone. “I’ll help you out. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine.” A few days later, I got ready and went back to the lingerie store with Emma’s help.
I made sure the same sales assistant was working that day. I started browsing the aisles, waiting for the right moment. When the store was quiet, I approached the assistant with a friendly smile.
“Hello, I’m looking for something special for my wife. Can you help me?” I asked. Her attitude changed immediately when she saw a potential sale. She became very helpful and started showing me different items.
“Of course, sir! We have a fantastic selection. What’s the occasion?” she asked sweetly. “Just a surprise for my wife. I want to get her something really special,” I replied, acting thoughtful.
How about this piece? It’s one of our bestsellers,” she suggested, holding up a delicate lace set. “Do you think this would look good on her?” I asked, examining the lingerie. “Oh, definitely! It’s one of our top items. She’ll love it,” she assured me.
“Can you show me a few more options? I want to make sure I get the perfect one,” I said, keeping her engaged. As she showed me more pieces, I made small talk to keep her interested. “How long have you worked here?” I asked.
“About six months,” she replied. “It’s a great job if you have the right look for it.” I nodded, pretending to be interested. “Do they hire often?”
“Only when they really need someone. They’re picky about who they hire,” she said with a touch of pride.
I wrapped my arms around her, trying to comfort her. “My love, don’t listen to her. You’re beautiful and talented, and you’re worth so much more than her words,” I told her softly. “But why would she say that?” Emma sobbed. “I just wanted to apply for a job. I didn’t deserve that.”
“She’s small-minded, my angel,” I said, trying to console her. Seeing her so sad made me FURIOUS! No one should ever treat my wife like that and think they can get away with it!
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