[ TT ] Life as a peasant in the Middle Ages is short , painful , disappointing and rough . You would welcome death , but there is still one very good reason to carry on .

My life is complete shit. I wake up every morning, when the cock crows. Do n't have enough bread for breakfast, so I usually go to work hungry. 
 
 During planting season, I have to pull a stubborn jackass attached to a plow across the field. This could take all day. All day trying to coerce this fucking ass to do its job. After, I must sow the seeds. I also have to tend to the pigs and other animals. Sometimes I get home in time for a nice warm supper. Most the time it's cold. 
 
 During winter, I do my best to make sure our winter food lasts. Which is a hard thing to do. Sometimes I wish it could be summer year round. The house smells of pigshit as they are inside so I could keep them warm. Sometimes the fire goes out, and I dont have my blankets. 
 
 When the snow thaws and spring begins. I can leave my home and hunt for food, as long as I tend the farm first. I can forage. Spring holds some hope, though very little. 
 
 Harvest time comes and goes, but what a time of misery. The lord takes more than his fair share of the crops. The rest I have to figure out how much to sell and how much I need for the winter. One mistake and I will starve to death. 
 
 This is my life that I live. Year round and it never changes. Sure, the king or a lord might force me to fight and I will go off and die, and I pray that never happens. For if it were to happen, who would take care of my daughter? 
 
 She is the one I give my food to, when we are running low; the one I give my blanket to, when the fire goes out; the one who I barter and trade my little coin for, so to get her a doll to make her smile; the one I go hunting for, so she can enjoy the taste of meat, at least once. She is the one, that makes it all worth it in the end. 
 
 If I was to die, who would take care of her? 
 

