Bill could still vividly remember the day Daisy, his favorite cow, went missing. He had once been fond of summer afternoons, but now, they were unbearable reminders of that devastating day. Each sunny day served as a stark memory of his favorite cow’s loss.
When he closed his eyes, the memories came flooding back as if they were happening in the present. It was painful to relive, but he couldn’t help himself. This occurred every time he closed his eyes.
The day had started like any other, with Bill out in the fields at dawn, tending to his crops with a level of care born from years of experience. The sun had made its journey across the sky, bathing the farm in warm, golden light. This tranquility was a sharp contrast to the turmoil that would soon unfold.