Memories and a Farm

Memories and a farm My mother had tuberculosis and sent to a sanatorium I ended up in a home run by the local town and financed by people who meant well I made life difficult for the staff, and a tiny boy went on strike they sent me to a farm, back then farmers were paid by the community taking children from poor homes. For me it was a beautiful place, the farmer and his wife were a middle-aged couple and the demanded little of me except getting up early milking the cows, they had five. I have always liked animals and domestic animals they had no reason to fear me. The school was an hour walk away if I crossed the fields it got shorter when I got a bike. Years went by. My mother was coming back, although she had only a small flat, and I had to sleep on the floor I loved her and left the idyllic farm to memories.