Number 702, another number in a sea of other numbers, each one with their own personality and pregnant with babies they will never get to keep. She is curious and gentle, do they know that? Would they let her keep her babies or quit using her body if they did? You see, number 702 and her sisters are treated as if their bodies were baby and milk-producing machines. Her female reproductive organs exploited until she can no longer walk. When this day comes, she will be loaded into a truck, alone or with a few of her sisters. They’ll end up in a slaughterhouse, drowning in a pool of their own blood after having their throats slit. See, this is dairy. We live in a nation who boasts on our family values, where motherhood is sacred, where the bond between mother and baby is the purest kind of love there is. Yet so many of us consume cow’s milk—breast milk that was meant to nourish her baby. Breast milk that was wrongfully taken from them for our own greed. I am so sorry, mama. We are fighting for you, your sisters, and your children. We won’t stop until you are free.