When my grandparents was growing pigs and chickens in Laguna when I was younger, the thing that I hate the most was waking up in the morning of fiesta day with pig squealing so loud because it will be butchered. I usually just stayed in our room the whole time until the pig was dead. It gave me chills. But I can't deny that I'm a carnivore. I just hated the way it was killed. The chickens are easier though. I even helped my uncles kill it when I was younger. Just a straight slit of the throat and it's dead. The worst thing I viewed when I was a kid was a neighbour killing a dog for their pulutan. Up to this date, I can't remove the image of it.I remember me, my aunt and my siblings were crying while seeing it that time. That made me hate my neighbours and has never interacted with them ever since.
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