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“Your job. What are you going to do about that?”
“Oh…well, I guess I’ll just have to quit.” It surprises me how easy it is for me to say those words. Just a couple of weeks ago, quitting the firm had seemed impossible.
“Wow. I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
I shrug. “Well, if I’m being honest, I haven’t felt like it’s something that’s brought me joy for a while. Sure, it provides the money to fill our bellies, but I don’t feel fulfilled, creatively. It’s like I’m not living my passion. I think I was afraid to admit that for so many years because I went to law school and worked so hard for my degree,” I admit to her.
“You don’t have to be a lawyer to make a difference with your degree.”
“You are very, very right.” When did my daughter grow into such a beautiful, smart young woman?
“Are you going to wait until after the Lil’ Scrap trial?”
“No. Between you and me, he’s guiltier than sin. The only arguments we found to focus on are weak at best.”
She giggles, and we chat the entire journey home, planning the different things we want to do on the farm, as well as the different things, or more specifically animals, I plan to stay away from. We’re both excited to tell Grandpa and, as we expected, he just huffs and tells us it took us long enough. But when he turns away, I could swear I saw a tear on his cheek, the old goat!
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We return to Grandpa’s farm bright and early the following day. And this time, we’re actually dressed to help. Mina and I both went for denim overalls and baseball caps.
She truly looks like my little twin with our matching outfits and dark hair in low ponytails. The only difference between us is the gold hoops hanging from her ears. They’ve never really been my style, and I opt for plain studs instead.
“Good morning, Grandpa Bob!” Mina exclaims, before hugging him.
“Oh, it’s so wonderful to see my beautiful girls this early. The rising sun practically bounces off of your raven hair.”
We both smile. It’s barely been ten minutes, and this farm is already starting to feel like home.
“So, what’s first?” I ask.
“Well, I need to get that hay picked up.” He points to the side of the barn.
“And put where?” I ask.
“In the bed of my truck.”
“Okay—”
Grandpa Bob cuts me off. “Then it’s going to a nearby farm to be baled for the goats.”
“Why can’t we just do that?”
“We don’t have the right equipment. We don’t have a lot of modern stuff, actually,” Grandpa says, with a wide, proud smile.
“Oh. Well, we can make do, right?” Hopefully, I think to myself. It’s not like any of us have that much experience managing a farm.
“Yep. There should be some pitchforks in the barn.”
I walk over to the barn, skirting around the chickens that have long since forgotten who I am, and guess what a ‘pitchfork’ even looks like. My only point of reference is from Beauty and the Beast when the villagers are coming to break down the castle door with them.
“Is this right?” I ask, while holding an instrument over my head.
With his nod I go to find another one for Mina so she can help.
“Here ya go, Elvira Duck,” I say, handing it to her.
“Who?” she asks with her head cocked.
