The Farmer's Daughter

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11:

The next day I arrived at church, looking around the congregation, trying to peer over the people to see if I could find Beth. Every Sunday my family and Beth's family sit together, taking up a whole row, with Beth's four other brothers and sisters.

I found Beth standing at the entrance of the sermon room, or whatever it's called where you have the lesson. I watched as she greeted people, and handing them the bulletin, with the cheesiest smile I've ever seen. She loves church, and helping out, but her job is mainly at the nursery, working with the younger children. Not greeting people, and asking how they've been, she's just shy around grown-ups.

Excusing myself from my conversation with some people that my parents were talking to, I pushed my way, in a nice manner, through the crowd, until I finally reached her. "Having fun?" I asked, once I was in front of her.

She turned her head toward me, and a look of relief spread across it. The smile now gone and her true feelings starting to reveal themself. "Can you please help me?" she pleaded, the look of a desperate women in her eyes.

I laughed, and held out my hand, receiving the other half of the stack of papers. And that's what we did for the last ten minutes until the service started. We greeted people, talked to people, and handed them the bulletin. At one point, I ended up getting a paper cut, and because of it, I had to be extra careful that I didn't get any blood on the people or the paper.

We began shutting the doors, as one of the pastors began to announce the events that will be going on. Just as the last door shut, I heard someone clear their throats, causing me to jump and look to see who it was.

"Hey," I greeted him; the smile easily coming and it's not even fake! "I'm glad you could come," I said honestly, handing him the bulletin. Opening the door, I watched as he and his family walked into the chapel.

Once they were in, I shut the door as quietly as possible, and proceeded to the nursery, where Beth and I work second service. When I entered the room, one girl came walking up to me, and grabbed hold of my hand.

I smiled at her, as I followed her over to where the coloring table was set. I love kids, sure they have their moments where they can get really frustrating, but when they're in their angelic mood; they're so much fun. I've always had a special place in my heart for kids, ever since I went to camps and I saw the way the older girls treated me when I was little. I kept thinking, that's how I'm going to treat kids; like they're the most important thing to this world. And they really are.

"Wow Jenny, that looks so pretty!" I complimented the little blonde girl. Jenny Stevenson, probably one of the most amazing girls I'll ever get the privilege to know.

She was in a foster home since she was three years old, being the only one in her family to have survived a very fatal car crash. Her parents only survived a few hours after getting out of a surgery, and the injury that Jenny got from the accident, was nerve damage in the spine, making her paralyzed. A couple from the church adopted her, and she began to get the right kind of treatment that her legs require. She can't fully walk now, but with the help of some crutch like things, she's able to get herself around pretty well.