Anna’s POV
I awoke to the sound of hooves against the barn floor, the rhythmic clopping echoing through the quiet morning air. A gentle tap at my bedroom door startled me from my slumber, and I called out, "Come in." My mother stepped into the room, a bucket in her hand. "Time to milk the cows," she said, a gentle smile on her face. I yawned and stretched, then sat up, my feet finding their way to the cool wooden floor. "Sure, I'll help," I said, and followed her out to the barn.
We made our way through the dew-covered grass, the sun slowly rising over the horizon. The cows were already in the milking shed, lined up in perfect formation. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "They're so well behaved," I said to my mother, a smile on my face. She laughed along with me, the early mornin
