I was walking across the vast open stretch of the field with my stomach growling and moaning for any droplet of water or the slightest sliver of food. I scan the horizon for any signs of clouds that will rejuvenate my withering and dying crops. I knew that time was ticking away with each passing moment. I was growing desperate with each coming day. In silent tears, I cry to the earth for immediate restoration for the crops. I despise myself for feeling the desire to drop tears over something that I cannot control. I feel miserable that I cannot support my family in this dire situation when they are all starving with the excruciating pain from their starvation. Then one day when the land was dry as sandpaper after many months of the weather not cooperating, there was not even a single bean or grain left that could sustain our family’s growling stomachs. My wife O-Lan said that we will eat the ox next. I cry in shock as the ox was such a close companion towards the family, and I scan the bearing landscape and make contact with the precious ox who has been faithful in aiding to the land. Despite my infatuated love towards the ox, I knew what must be done for the survival of my life and the very life of our family. However, I could not muster enough strength to raise my arms to slaughter this creature that has been much faithful throughout his many years of service. I finalize upon a heartbreaking decision that will leave a scar in my heart for many years. My faithful and hardworking wife was willing to murder the ox in place for me so I did not have to suffer the pain. I willingly accepted her proposal and locked myself in my room so I will not have to hear the last crying sounds of the ox as it was being slaughtered. O-Lan then stood up and took a long gleaming iron knife and slit the beast’s neck. As I was locked in my room, I silently whispered to myself that this was simply a part of nature and the beast will become a part of the earth. I locked myself in my...