Zangyl
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@Blue winter rose
"Annemarie, would you please come and help me..?" Ellen asked her eldest - and only - daughter. She was quite busy with preparing tonight's meal and needed help with the potatoes. She was standing in the kitchen; one of the only places in the house in which she truly felt at peace. It wasn't like she didn't like the rest of the house; quite the contrary. She loved the farm, her children and her husband. She continued to absentmindedly remove the ends of the beans and put them all in a big, shiny cooking pot.
"Annemarie, please come and help. I'd rather not have a discussion about 'why the food isn't ready yet' with your father." she tried; putting down the knife and grabbing the - rather large - sack of potatoes which she then brought over to the counter. "You'll only have to prepare a couple of them." she said and smiled; she was quite sure Annemarie would come. She brushed over her forehead with her left hand; leaving her white sleeve stained. She was wearing quite modern clothing - or so she thought - and enjoyed looking her best; both for her children, but primarilly for Albert.
She then looked out the window and gazed over the fields in view; it was all theirs and ohmy was she proud of it. Her husband, Albert, and her youngest son Tom were tending and milking the cows in the shed next to the actual house and the sound of happy and - more importantly - relieved cows could be heard. "They'll be done soon..." she whispered as she took the knife back in her hand and continued chopping off the ends of beans...
"Annemarie, would you please come and help me..?" Ellen asked her eldest - and only - daughter. She was quite busy with preparing tonight's meal and needed help with the potatoes. She was standing in the kitchen; one of the only places in the house in which she truly felt at peace. It wasn't like she didn't like the rest of the house; quite the contrary. She loved the farm, her children and her husband. She continued to absentmindedly remove the ends of the beans and put them all in a big, shiny cooking pot.
"Annemarie, please come and help. I'd rather not have a discussion about 'why the food isn't ready yet' with your father." she tried; putting down the knife and grabbing the - rather large - sack of potatoes which she then brought over to the counter. "You'll only have to prepare a couple of them." she said and smiled; she was quite sure Annemarie would come. She brushed over her forehead with her left hand; leaving her white sleeve stained. She was wearing quite modern clothing - or so she thought - and enjoyed looking her best; both for her children, but primarilly for Albert.
She then looked out the window and gazed over the fields in view; it was all theirs and ohmy was she proud of it. Her husband, Albert, and her youngest son Tom were tending and milking the cows in the shed next to the actual house and the sound of happy and - more importantly - relieved cows could be heard. "They'll be done soon..." she whispered as she took the knife back in her hand and continued chopping off the ends of beans...
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