Breaking Electricity

I loved living on a farm. It just gave me more time to think about my life and what I was going to do with it. I could be by myself, no drama from friends; though, I didn't really have any to begin with. I wasn't the most outgoing girl in the world, but I could take chances every once in a while.

Taking care of the horses and cows was what I longed to do every morning. I would wake up at five, collect eggs from the chicken coop, feed the animals, and then make breakfast for my family. My father and I have had the strongest relationship ever since my mom died a few years back. He was my best friend, my only friend, and I was extremely thankful for him.

I had never expected to make a friend that summer. I didn't want his company. I didn't want him working on the farm with me. It was my farm, not his. And I certainly didn't need his help.

Thanks, Dad.