Helen Del toro

The owl of hope

I am sitting silently by the window, watching the sunset, feeling the leaves fall, and listening to the songs of sundown that the wind is whistling. My nerves have calmed since them gunshots earlier and my hand has finally stopped shakin. I never knew I would be the one to take care of such things. But life has plans for all of us. Thankfully the ringing in my ear has been gone for a couple of hours, and I am finally feeling more at peace. I was well aware that farm life is not easy and sacrifices must be made, but these feelings? Well I don’t remember signing up for those too. That done feels like too much, and life out here already ain’t easy.