City Girl
Life Lessons
Daddy shook his head sadly. “Dad,” he said softly, “Please. She's 8, but she's soft; take one of the younger kids.” Eyes stinging with shame, I pulled Grandpa from the farmhouse.
The barn's piercing ammonia stench did nothing to diminish my joy at helping with something so important: tagging the new calves!
Proudly I clutched Grandpa’s notebook while cooing at the beautiful, brown-eyed calves. Grandpa called each number to me, which I recorded carefully.
"Grandpa? Is Baby a good cow name?"
One awful explanation later, we walked slowly back to the house with Grandpa’s silent tears and my sobs.
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