Personal Narrative: Farm Feed

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Narrative John is a simple farmer in the 1400s with a loving wife, Marie, and two children, Josh and Mary. John’s only job is to run his farm and feed his family, and he knows this by heart. He has it inscribed above the doorway into his home, “Farm. Feed.” This is John’s job as a father, and he’s good at it. Never once have John’s crops failed. He has alway managed to provide for his family. This warm, summer morning started the same as any other, but John had no idea how life changing it would be. He gave the day off to his kids because they had worked hard the day before. John kissed his wife as he left his bed and made breakfast. After finishing his meal, John started getting ready for the day. As he donned his work clothes,

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