Life As I See It
February 24, 2021
It can’t be morning again. It seems as if I just laid my weary body between the nice freshly laundered sheets. The sheets are still fresh and shouldn’t I be able to enjoy them for a bit longer? Why can’t I sleep in like so many kids my age? Why are we living on this farm? Why can’t I get an allowance? And what is the sense of asking those questions to myself? I have no power and I am just a slave to the calves, the chickens, the woodpile and the garden.
I awoke in a bad mood! That is...