The Girl in the Old Red Barn
When I had just turned seven, my grandfather passed, leaving my mother his farm. I remember the day we moved there so vividly. It was the peak of summer, my father's shirt was soaked in sweat, but he was too busy carrying in boxes to notice, while my mother was inside directing my father and uncles where to put everything. I wanted to help my father but he said I was in the way, and sent me to play with our golden retriever, Mango. I took Mango to the pond that was to the right of the property next to an old red barn. We walked along the pond looking for frogs, but instead found an old tennis ball. I picked it up and tried to wipe away the mud that coated the ball.
