One blazing hot day while I was sitting under a tree on my father's farm and eating an apple, I was thinking. I mean like really why do we have to live in a farm?
Our governor even gave us the money to live in the city and get a house built. He even gave my father a job to be an engineer. But my father refused to that offer. Like look at my dad now. He's milking cows, washing pigs, checking to see if the chickens gave any chicks. Verses sitting in his office building taking calls and eating chips while I was at school and my mother was also taking calls and eating chips. That's what I think of work.
Aha so you're thinking what my mother and I are doing all day at home? Okay just sit back and listen. Okay what my mother does is pretty boring to me. She cooks, sews and does laundry.
What I do? I love animals. I always get to pet and hold animals. I also write in my journal and rarely help my parents.
When it comes to taxes it's pretty easy to pay. We have a little secret. We can't tell anyone but I'll trust you. Our governor pays our taxes. Oh and when we have to sell our crops all we have to do is walk across the street and sell them. I once saw the president there. It was really cool.
At night we have to sleep in one king bed with good layers of blanket. Life in a farm is not that bad. Usually the farmers are poor and their life is tough. I like living in a farm.
Written by: Riyana Goel on 3/30/16
PS: Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes but don't be shy to tell them to me.
