Farm escapes
The weekends at the farm used to be a drag as a child. She saw them as a chore; one she was forced to do, and often had to be bribed simply to get into the car and go there. Plus, the bumpy drive there was a nightmare for her stomach. But she nonchalantly endured it all.
What she would realise much later on, was how lucky she was to have these weekends in the first place. A countryside to escape to, and grandparents to spoil her.
It was only when she grew up that she would acknowledge their value.
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MC's Whispers 
Indeed, maturity helps us understand the value of what we took for granted when we were young.
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Exactly!
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Such a common experience. Hindsight teaches us so much, but unfortunately it’s often too late to do anything about it. A sad story, but nicely told.
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Indeed. Thank you!
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This is often the case. We take for granted what we have until we don’t have it anymore. At least she sees the good now. Thought provoking!
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Thanks!
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Yes so true. I grew up living on a farm, looking back with today’s standards it was child labour. Honestly, for me it was a labour of fun.
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Great you can relate!
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It is interesting how our viewpoint of life as children and as adults changes so much. Nicely done. Reflective.
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Thank you!
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I am glad she finally realized their value.
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Better late than never…
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How many times do we see things clearly only in retrospect. Why does it have to be that way. Her grandparents are probably long gone also 😦
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True, unfortunately.
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