Hope For Better Days
‘You know,’ Kevin said, leaning back on his elbows, ‘maybe losing the farm isn’t the end. Sometimes life throws better stuff our way.
‘ I gave him a sideways glance, half smirking. ‘Optimist, huh?’ I replied. Remembering his positive spirit made me feel a flicker of hope inside.
Maybe he was right. Maybe something good could come from all this, but figuring out what remained the tough part.