THE DAY I SAVED THREE BABY GOATS
Driving home from clearing out my late mother’s house, I passed a sign: FARM SALE – TODAY ONLY. With no intention to stop, something compelled me. Among the dust and hay, I saw them—three tiny, shivering goats, far too young to be alone. “Unsold leftovers,” the man at the pen muttered. “Meant for feed.” The…