The Farm

It’s clear to me I would do almost anything for her and she’s 6 and wants a farm. 

I was 6 almost  7, when I moved to the farm with my mother. 

I left the farm 5 years later while she left the planet. 

I’m trying to break a pattern here while giving her what she wants. History doesn’t have to repeat itself, does it?

We didn’t move to the farm when I was a kid to make my dreams a reality; twas a matter of survival I suspect. 

I suspect I will survive to retire to the farm… She’ll need that address to visit me by then. 

Dennis Mantin 

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