The Green Hills

Tanya

"That was the story of how I met your father", the little girl had his curls and my raven black hair, and blue eyes.

"Mommy can I be a vwampire ike you?" I never thought I could love another human being so much, I never thought I'd be able to be wife let alone a mother. But here I was. I finally retired after Tanya came into our lives and I haven't regretted a thing.

"Your fangs will come in soon sweetie", she was almost five, usually they came in around then, sometimes earlier, sometimes later, but mine came in around then.

I heard the door opened and in stepped a man in faded overalls covered in grease and dust. He was the man that I fell in love with, he was a man who loved me, his daughter, the land, and his job. Sometimes he smelled like dust, sometimes he smelled like fuel oil, sometimes he just smelled like sweat, or a mixture of everything, but I still loved him as much as he loved me, but sometimes we argued over who loved each other more.

"Daddy!", Tanya ran over to him and he picked her up in his arms. I couldn't help but to smile. Five years ago he was just some unhappy businessman in New York, but now he was the happiest man in the world. Back then I was doing alright, but I had felt alone. We both helped each other to find out who we are.

"Hey sweetheart", he gently set her back on the ground her still bouncing with joy. After he unlaced his boots he came over to where i was sitting with Tanya in hand.

"Hello my love", I kissed his lips, rough they were, but I loved it. I took his hand even though it was still covered in muck and grease. It was rough and calloused, my hand was soft and smooth.

"Good evening to you too", he chuckled a little bit. I looked into brown eyes, brown like the rich soil he turned to plant his crops.

"So how was your day?", he went and hung his jacket up on the coat rack by the door.

"It was alright, just checked on the trees and told Tanya stories".

"Hmm, which one?"

"That one she loves to hear so much".

"Well, that is a good story, about how I finally became happy", he went to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes, because as usual they were filthy. What else could you expect from a working man.

"Don't forget about me, well, that's your side of the story, I tell her my side sometimes".

We all sat down and had supper. Potatoes and lamb for the main course, and some sort of a fig course for dessert, it was good. John's cooking was good, not as good as mine though.