It was a beautiful fall morning. The mildew was hanging off the leaves and falling on my head and face as I made my way to our fields of wheat. The air was cool & crisp as I breathed it in, it felt good to fill my lungs with some clean fresh air. I stood at the edge of where our wheat fields begin taking in the sight. The morning sun rays hit the wheat and the reflection was breathtaking. The color alone was amazing it looked like an ocean filled with golden waves. As I looked out in the horizon memories come flooding back. They were childhood ones of my sisters and I. We loved to be in these fields, playing games to see who would pick the most, unknowing to us that we were working as we played.
Our harvest was huge, don't get me wrong it was with a lot of sacrifice and very hard work. At the same time it brought us lots of laughter, joy, happiness and a chance to find love.......
Our mother always said she was proud of her harvest, little did we know that her harvest was us, her 3 daughters ........
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The Harvest
RomanceHow do you grow up without your father? Not wanting to know what love is, with the fear that giving all your love to someone sometimes isn't enough. Will Angela be able to learn to love or will she be a lonely woman forever?
