10/27/2025
No one greets me, because I’m the daughter of a farmer.
People look away, as if the dirt on my shoes could define my worth.
But they don’t know… these small hands have helped plant dreams.
Every sunrise in the field has taught me about strength, humility, and true love.
While many take pride in fancy clothes, I take pride in the scent of wet soil.
While others chase status, I cherish the purity of a sunset over the cornfields.
Yes, I am a farmer’s daughter.
And if the world doesn’t greet me, that’s fine…
Because nature embraces me, the wind calls my name, and my father’s heart smiles when he sees the fruits of our labor bloom. 🌾
