My grandpa and the farm became my whole world after that.
My new home wasn’t fancy. The paint peeled off the barn in long strips, and the roof leaked every spring, but it was ours.
Grandpa taught me how to mend a fence and how to read the sky before a storm rolled in.
When I had nightmares, he would sit on the edge of my bed and say, “You’re safe here, Kevin. Nothing touches you on this land.”
My new home wasn’t fancy.
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