Call From the Past

Damion

I had to get a load of laundry in before I headed back out to work on a portion of the fence that had blown down in a windstorm the other night. It was always something. I had planned to run up to town while Oliver was in school, but that wasn’t going to happen.

Being a single parent had been a learning curve but being a single parent and trying to run a farm in the middle of nowhere was proving especially challenging. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the grocery store was closer than thirty miles or if there was a fast-food joint for those nights I was so damn tired I didn’t want to cook. I kept telling myself my grandpa managed, but holy shit, it was hard.

Every day felt like a struggle. I had to admit, at the end of the day and all the challenges I overcame, I did have a feeling of accomplishment. I just wasn’t sure it was enough. Would it be enough for me in a year, two years? I couldn’t shake the feeling of being pulled away.

I started a load of laundry before grabbing a so