MY Yellow

Chap - 16

Olivia's pov

It was early morning. The rooster had just finished its wake-up call, birds were chirping cheerfully, and the hens clucked their familiar bak-bak-bak sounds. Sunlight streamed through the window and warmed my face. It was beautiful—utterly peaceful. I loved it here. I glanced at the clock: 6:00 a.m.

I quickly changed into my clothes.

Whenever I visit the farm, I help out with the chores. For some reason, Bill insists on paying me five dollars a day. I'm not sure why, but I'm not complaining—I enjoy it.

I headed over to where Bill was and found him chatting with the pigs while feeding a baby pig with a bottle. Somehow, this man has a magical connection with all the animals. As soon as Duster saw me, he sat up straight, wagged his tail, and gave a cheerful bark.

"Good morning to you too, bud," I smiled, walking over to the fence.

"Good morning, kid," Bill greeted, carrying the baby pig over to me. He handed it to me, and I cradled it gently, feeding it while he picked up another.

"They're Patricia's kids," he said, nodding toward the mother pig, who was happily munching on her breakfast.

After feeding the piglets, Duster and I headed to the kids' room to wake them up. Duster took the lead, licking their faces until they giggled awake.

As soon as they saw him, they both squealed with joy and tackled him to the ground.

"Alright, you three—time to get cleaned up," I said, brushing their teeth one by one.

Then I filled the tub, and all three of them—yes, including Duster—jumped in, splashing water all over me.

Once they were bathed and squeaky clean, I let them run off to play while I helped Bill with the chores. Not long after, I heard a squeal and was suddenly knocked to the ground. I looked up to see Freya grinning down at me.

Freya lives nearby with her husband and kids. I met her during my last visit, and we hit it off right away. She has a son and a daughter, just like me—though her son is older than my kids, and her daughter is younger. They're absolute sweethearts. I adore them. And of course, I love my own kids too.

"So, where are they?" I asked.

She pointed toward the mud pond. I turned to see my kids and Duster—who I had just bathed—playing gleefully in the mud with her children. All of them were covered in dirt.

I blew a strand of hair out of my face (I really need a haircut) and groaned, "I just gave them a bath."

Bill and Freya burst out laughing as I stood there, watching the muddy chaos unfold.

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