“I know that must be hard. I know you want her to see and experience
 
 as much as possible, and I know that you must want more than what you
 
 had here, just in the way of— the way that people think about certain
 
 things.”
 
 That was what made Christina so different. She really listened when
 
 people told her things. She remembered. It mattered to her.
 
 “I sometimes wonder if I made a mistake. She really misses this place.
 
 When the business is up and running and I don’t have to put weekends in,
 
 I’ll try and come out here more regularly. I was gone for too long. I think
 
 that made it worse. If she could visit every other weekend, I think she’d
 
 have the best of both worlds.”
 
 Christina nodded her agreement. She pushed back yet another dark
 
 strand of hair that the soft breeze had tugged loose from her ponytail and
 
 grabbed her bag. “I’m super excited to see everything. And— and it’s good
 
 to be here.”
 
 Taylor hung onto that soft statement like she’d just picked up a gold
 
 nugget. To her, those words were worth even more.
 
 “It was good growing up here. Especially when I was younger. A farm
 
 is a great place to be. It can also be dangerous, if you’re not careful, but my
 
 parents always taught me about all of that. There are so many amazing
 
 things to see, just, like, how life recreates itself. Calving season was always
 
 the best. And I loved looking after the other animals. We always had a dog,
 
 some cats in the house. Animals have always been a part of my life and I’m
 
 really excited that I can bring a little bit of that to the city for people who
 
 never got to experience it.”
 
 “People like me.” It was clear that wasn’t said in an I’m offended kind
 
 of way.
 
 “I guess so.” Taylor stared off into the distance where the shapes of the
 
 cows could just be made out. “I kind of feel bad that you had the childhood
 
 you did. I mean, not just kind of. I do. I feel like maybe you really didn’t