Greta’s Egg

The egg that Greta clutched so tightly was soon to hatch. The blonde-haired girl with a freckled smile couldn't help but wonder what was inside. Greta thought a lot about how she was just like the egg herself.

Soft. Warm. Fragile.

But all of a sudden, her thoughts began to change. She felt the egg beginning to tear itself apart. For the first time in her young life, she understood violence.

It starts at birth.