My family had a small farm in a rural part of the state. Everyone expected me to work the farm with my dad and ma and to learn what I needed so that one day I could take it over. That was my destiny.
On my 18th birthday, I showed my folks the train ticket to Chicago and told them I was leaving to seek new horizons. Fighting back tears, they wished me well.
Now I’m sitting in the train looking out the window, watching and wondering if the new horizons will look any different than the old ones.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll.