They Left Me Behind to Work the Farm—The Next Day, Their Cards Stopped Working

understand, don’t you?”

Only a week. As if planting and watering were a game. As if these seventy-three years had been nothing.

I watched them load their suitcases into the car—suitcases filled with clothes I had washed and ironed, towels I had folded, shoes I had cleaned. They were going to the coast to spend the money this land produces while I stayed continue reading …