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

was right.”

“About what?”

“He once told me that women are like trees—that we can survive the most terrible droughts, but when the rains come, we bloom more beautifully than before.”

David arrives in his truck, tired but smiling. He lives in his own house in town now, but he comes for dinner almost every night.

“How was your day?” I ask.

“Perfect. We delivered continue reading …