Welcomed Home: Part 3 (finale)
The farm has always been my home. Even after the years of California sun has tanned my skin and bleached my long brown hair to sandy blond. Even after the years of going home to a house that was surrounded by dozens of other houses, that looked exactly alike, even when move after move has left me disoriented and lost. When I close my eyes, I go home. Home is where my grandmother works in her garden of tomato plants, and tall green corn stocks and carrots that are pulled from the dark brown soil with a single, tug of her hand. Home is where we sit and shell peas and watch the swallows shoot in and out of the old barn with rapid tucks and swoops. Home is where all the problems of my world were enveloped in one strong embrace. It is here the gopher and the squirrel harvest their food for the winter cold and oak leaves fall in orange and yellow flight on mid-October nights. It is where my grandmother and I watch the world develop and decline. Read more
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- Amy Mehta
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