Penny’s Ma died when she was born. Penny was prematurely had, and her brother, who was the first to hold her, was the first to leave the family on foot. Pa said her brother went with the seasons and was young when he had left. But he also said her brother swore that he would never come back because he had bigger things in mind.
Penny could see that Pa was deeply hurt from what her brother did and promised herself to never mention her brother while they lived under the same roof.
Yet, curiosity kept her fascinated.
She remembered what her brother sounded like and the way he walked but could never make it past his neck. And though her brother made it to her dreams, his face was never quite clearly made out.
After an hour in the basement, …show more content…
All was hazy and no corn stirred the two, because it didn’t really matter. That night everything was vividly drawn out. It was the first time and it was the last time that the two shared their dreams. They were talking and in the middle of their talk, they were caught adrift into a far off place, away from their home. They knew, but they kept at it until the night grew weary and their eyes became tired of …show more content…
Penny’s Pa would cry and it would be the first time Penny would have seen her own father crying. A day later, their house would be torn down under the tractor, and the two would leave by truck carrying all their possessions in, around and above the truck. The picture books were underneath the house and Penny would have forgotten about them as she was leaving.
In a year’s time, Penny’s father would’ve gotten sick from his heart and died on Penny’s lap as she tried to soothe him from the fear of dying. And in two years, Penny’s imagination would have ceased to exist, and in an abandoned shed out in New Mexico, she would have had to eat beetles to survive. In a town of 40 men, women and children, Penny would have found a place to stay: with a family, who took pity on her as they found her starving on the ground, pleading and only fifteen years of age.
All of this didn’t matter to Penny. It didn’t drive her to anything nor did it threaten her to not do anything. She took comfort that her Pa was with her and she knew she could do anything: in times of doubt and even in the harshest of winds. Because she had seen it all and watched the seasons go by. The beginning of the year always started with pale green hills, and the dust always settled and disappeared.
She continued to dream, but only dreamed of the things she
Penny could see that Pa was deeply hurt from what her brother did and promised herself to never mention her brother while they lived under the same roof.
Yet, curiosity kept her fascinated.
She remembered what her brother sounded like and the way he walked but could never make it past his neck. And though her brother made it to her dreams, his face was never quite clearly made out.
After an hour in the basement, …show more content…
All was hazy and no corn stirred the two, because it didn’t really matter. That night everything was vividly drawn out. It was the first time and it was the last time that the two shared their dreams. They were talking and in the middle of their talk, they were caught adrift into a far off place, away from their home. They knew, but they kept at it until the night grew weary and their eyes became tired of …show more content…
Penny’s Pa would cry and it would be the first time Penny would have seen her own father crying. A day later, their house would be torn down under the tractor, and the two would leave by truck carrying all their possessions in, around and above the truck. The picture books were underneath the house and Penny would have forgotten about them as she was leaving.
In a year’s time, Penny’s father would’ve gotten sick from his heart and died on Penny’s lap as she tried to soothe him from the fear of dying. And in two years, Penny’s imagination would have ceased to exist, and in an abandoned shed out in New Mexico, she would have had to eat beetles to survive. In a town of 40 men, women and children, Penny would have found a place to stay: with a family, who took pity on her as they found her starving on the ground, pleading and only fifteen years of age.
All of this didn’t matter to Penny. It didn’t drive her to anything nor did it threaten her to not do anything. She took comfort that her Pa was with her and she knew she could do anything: in times of doubt and even in the harshest of winds. Because she had seen it all and watched the seasons go by. The beginning of the year always started with pale green hills, and the dust always settled and disappeared.
She continued to dream, but only dreamed of the things she