Life, left Behind, V. I She left the farm at fourteen - doing her part to save her home. She traded fields of corn and flowers for the inside of a cotton mill. Traded milking for spinning and a churn for a spool of thread. She embraced that life, for all her life, Never knowing that in return for her sacrifice She’d be labeled a lint head, and find herself alone and broken at the end. Life, Left Behind II: Family She left home, when she was just fourteen. Followed her sisters and her brother to a new place - They went to save the farm. They sent money home - saved the farm, and kept a roof over the heads of their parents and younger siblings. But they never went back home because life wants to be lived from the inside, and when you’re in a place, even a strange place, it soon becomes your place and takes the place of home. So home became a mill village, and life revolved around a cotton mill. Fields of corn and flowers got traded for flower boxes on the porch. Strangers became friends, then lovers, then husbands and wives. Kids came next, and suddenly, the farm was where grandma and grandpa lived. Visits and special occasions brought them all back to the farm. But it was no longer theirs - not Home.
