
I was just driving home from Mom’s old place—clearing out the last box of her sweaters, trying not to cry into the steering wheel—when I saw the sign: “FARM SALE – TODAY ONLY.” Something in me hit the brakes.
I was just driving home from Mom’s old place—clearing out the last dusty box of her sweaters, trying not to cry into the steering wheel—when I saw the sign. A crooked wooden board leaning against a post near the road, painted in big red letters: “FARM SALE – TODAY ONLY.” Something in me hit the…