| Holly Day |
| My Mother would take me to work with her, sometimes, on nice days. I'd sit all by myself in a secret deep holllow filled with wild grass taller than I was and fluorescent blue butterflies. If I sat very still, the butterflies would land on my head as if I was a fairy princess and they were my ethereal pets. At the end of the day, my mother would wade through the field and take me up to the farmhouse she worked at. She'd pick me up and put me on the back of the horse she had most recently finished breaking and lead me around and around the track, laughing at my shouts of "Faster, Mommy! Make it go faster!" |
Copyright 1996 Holly Day. All Rights reserved
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