By mid afternoon on the first Sunday of June, sweat had soaked through all my clothes and I rid my body from the confines of my white t shirt.
I worked everyday on the Millers' farm, fixing just about everything, mowing lawns, tuning the tractor, tending to the animals, and occasionally cooking with the Mrs. They were a generous family. I've been working for them since I was fifteen. I earn my keep pretty fairly, considering I practically run their whole livestock with Bill getting older everyday. I live here, and I love it here. I join the Millers for every meal and go to church with them, and that makes them the best version of a family I've ever had.
I had been working day and night that past week, preparing for their granddaughter to come stay the summer with us. Bill and Shirley told me everything they could about their beloved granddaughter. They hadn't had her there for a visit since she was ten. She's their daughter Lisa's little girl. I knew all too well that Lisa was a common topic at the dinner table. After growing up and attending college near home, Lisa stayed true to her southern blood but moved deep into the country music heart of Tennessee. I sure hope their granddaughter brings some new dinner conversation material to the table, because they've been talking about her arrival for weeks. What's her name? I think it was Lydia...
