My Son Flew To The Coast With His Wife And His Mother-In-Law And Left Με At The Farm To Work In The Garden. The Next Day, My Son Called Me: “Mom, What Happened To The Cards? We Can’t Withdraw. A Single Cent, Nor Pay Anything!”. I Answered With Something NO ONE EXPECTED…
Formatted – Beatrice & Fern Story
My Son Flew To The Coast With His Wife And Mother-In-Law, Leaving Me At The Farm To Work Alone
73 years carrying this family on my shoulders. 73 years giving it my all.
And this is how they repay me.
“Mom, you stay at the farm. Someone has to look after the garden.” David told me this morning with that fake smile he inherited from his wife. Amber was standing there in her new red dress, looking at me as if I were just another employee. And her mother, Catherine, with those expensive sunglasses, checking her phone as if I didn’t exist.
“It’s only for a week, Mrs. Margaret. You understand?” She murmured without looking up.
Only for a week. As if planting and watering were a game. As if these 73 years had been for nothing.
I watched them get into the car, their suitcases filled with clothes I had washed and ironed, the towels I had folded, the shoes I had cleaned. They left for the coast to spend the money this land produces. while I stay here under this burning sun with my hands in the soil they believe belongs to them.
But then, as the dust from the car settled on the road, as silence filled this empty house, the kitchen phone rang, a sound that cut the air like a knife. It was the bank.
