Monday, June 16, 2014

Chief Rita Songworth - 2

As if this day couldn't get any worse, we finally get the storm we've been praying for only to have the pummeling rain wash away the topsoil along with all the vegetable seedlings we'd been coaxing into life. The same vegetable seedlings that cost my father his last jacket--literally the clothes off his back. Worse still, we don't have a house to call our own anymore and have been living in an old ramshackle shed that barely keeps out the weather. We can't keep on going like this.

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