I am just a country girl at heart, but never really realized how strong these roots were until a few months ago. I grew up on the family farm and learned the value of hard work. I saw my dad pour his heart into that farm sometimes getting nothing in return, but broken machinery and a poor crop. I helped as much as I could starting at a young age. I immediately knew it was a life I never wanted and couldn't wait till the day I turned sixteen. This meant freedom for me. The day I got an outside job was the day I no longer had to help on the farm. I left and never looked back. That is until now...
You see a few months back, my parents announced they were selling the farm. A day I knew would come and didn't think would really bother me. They were excited; I was scared. These were big changes and I just wanted everything to work out. As things were set into motion, I realized this was really happening. Soon the family farm would be no more.
The day of the auction was bittersweet. I felt like as each cow got sold, I was watching a piece of my childhood sell with it. Piece by piece, cow by cow, it was all gone. As I stood on the barn walk watching my dad milk his final cow after forty some years, I finally realized where my roots would always be. Right here on this country farm...
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