When my brother Paul kicked Grandma Eleanor out for not contributing financially, I took her in, driven by love and loyalty. As she rebuilt her life and found unexpected success, Paul’s regret surfaced, but I wondered if it would be enough to mend our broken bonds.
“Rachel, I can’t keep doing this,” Paul said, slamming his cup down on the table. “She’s costing too much.”
“Paul, she’s our grandmother. She raised us, remember?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I could see the tension in his jaw, the frustration in his eyes.
“That was then. Things are different now,” he said, crossing his arms. “She doesn’t bring anything to the table anymore. She just sits there, painting and wasting time.”
“Those paintings mean something to her,” I said. “And they could mean something to us if we let them.”
I recently spent $6,500 on this registered Black Angus bull
I recently bought this certified Black Angus bull for $6,500. He would not even look at a cow when I let him out with the herd; instead, he would just eat grass.
That bull was starting to look like more than I had paid for him. In any case, I asked the veterinarian to examine him.
He informed me that the bull was likely a little young, but otherwise in excellent health, and gave me some medicines to give him once a day.
In just two days, the bull began tending to all of my cows! He even managed to go beyond the fence and mated with every cow owned by my neighbor!
He resembles a machine. I’m not sure what was in the tablets that the veterinarian gave him. However, they have a peppermint-like flavor. 🤣
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