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.