My family's white goose

　　Our family's financial situation wasn't very good; we rarely had meat to eat. My father, worried that my sister and I wouldn't get enough nutrition, bought five geese. When they first arrived, they looked so tiny. Time flew by, and the geese were now over two years old. Every year when the weather warmed up, it was time for them to lay eggs, and our family of three relied on them for our livelihood. But misfortune quietly befell these five geese. One day, I was anxiously rushing to finish my homework inside when, because the gate to the yard wasn't closed, the neighbor's two dogs ran out. Seeing our gate was open, they rushed in without hesitation, heading straight for the goose pen on the east side of the yard and jumping inside… At the time, I was busy with my homework, and because the geese had been making unusual noises that day, I didn't pay much attention. I heard the thud of a bicycle crashing heavily in the yard, followed by my father's cry of pain. Hearing his voice, I rushed outside and saw him already in the goose pen, fiercely beating a dog that was attacking our geese with a shovel. After separating the dog and geese, my father tenderly held the most seriously injured goose and gently laid it on the ground. One goose was badly injured, and the other four were also seriously wounded. Seeing that scene, I felt deeply apologetic. It was all my fault for not protecting our five geese; otherwise, this wouldn't have happened. The next day, the bad luck continued. In the afternoon, the badly injured goose died.
　　It was all my fault. Here, I sincerely apologize to these five geese. I am truly sorry. It was all because of my momentary negligence. If I had understood your cries of pain in time, I would never have let this happen… I'm sorry.