“This is the place where you grew up?” Jeremy asked admiringly, looking at the old farmhouse.
“Yep!” I smiled, unfastening the seatbelt and going out of the car. My heart grieved for her plants on the pavement, unattended and withered because of my Grandmama’s absence. When she retired as a schoolteacher, gardening became her hobby, but as for the farm, it has another story.
She let our neighbor do the farming, and he would just give us fruits and vegetables. I never understood it as a child, but when I grew up and started learning about how farming worked and how much our neighbor was earning, I told my grandmother about it, but she would say that we never needed its excess.
“Has it always been just you and your grandmother?” Jeremy asked, opening the trunk of the car and taking out
