A farmers daughter, Terra helps out in her dad's ranch, far away from proper civilization in a town called Blueberry. As they face competition and feud from other farms, Terra must keep her Dads job intact, even if it means her killing her lover fro...
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The farm chores weren't all that easy, but with help from the entire extended family, Mr.Walter was sure able to keep buisness going, long enough to get money to pay back thier huge loans taken from the bank back in Genshaba (Far northern)
It was the city they called 'Richie Land' where folks from all over Europe, Africa and Asia would settle in for fine livin.
His daughter Terra was fine livin' in Blueberry, born there, never gone out. The sweetheart, now grown into a nice brown haired, blue eyed like that of the Blueberry oceans was active in the farm. She was tall, slim. Had her head high like her late mother would. She took pride into her lifestyle: sang songs, rode horses, feedin' the plumpy cows and forkin' 'em poop off the barn... fine livin'
The county was quite separated from everyone else worldwide. It was small, farms scattered around the whole land, often rivals for who makes the most exports, and who owns what land. Right now, summer had served them good. The work is greater than ever on the farm.
"𝑶𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆!" The family sat around the fireplace after chores at night and sang along to some ol' folk. "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂!!!"
The song ended, they all clapped and laughed together. Terra sat on the wooden cabin floors, right under her fathers eyes. Gran was opposite them, little cousin Bibo lay on the rug with Jeremiah, her brother. Uncle and Aunty sat on armed chairs.
"That song was quite a good one." Gran laughed silently, rocking herself on the chair. She was blind. "Have I told you guys about how my grandfather made that song?"
"Many times." Terra whined to herself. Her father kicked her back to signal she shouldn't interrupt Granny's stories.
"He loved writing songs, you know?" She began, a smile creeping up on her face. Her eyes were wide open, pure white. "There... there is this other one called 'Sanity' oh it was ma favorite! We'd sit in a circle, he'd play his guitar and humble ma heart."
Aunty smiled at Gran as she spoke, her eyes although spoke fear and pity. Dementia and diabetes hasn't been easy for them to watch her suffer from.
She reached out her hand and stroke Grans snow hair slowly, very softly as the ol' lady continued to ramble on. The more she looked at her, her eyes teared up. The bright sea blue dulled into a wild hurricane.
"It goes '𝑶𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒘𝒘! 𝒊 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 '𝒆𝒎 𝒖𝒑 𝒊 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 '𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉..." Gran began, the entire family sang along to the new song, except Terra.
