The weather was getting wet, it entered the rainy season with wet wind. The boy liked this season a lot, because he could play with water more often than any other time during the year. In contrast, his mother definitely disliked it. She got more clothes to wash but less time to hang it dry. She had to be aware anytime, in case it got raining again while she was hanging them.
The boy was about to go before his mother called him, "Charlie!!" She shouted from the backyard. He didn't answered, but he dashed to the back door and popped his head out behind the door. He just looked his mother with naughty eyes.
His mother saw him, "Are you going to Granny Lisda's again?" She was hanging a big white bed sheet. The boy came near his mother and nodded.
"Then, could you please bring some eggs for her? Ah...and also 2 jars of milk. Be careful, OK? Don't break the eggs or the jars."
"OK!" He ran to the small hut near their kitchen to take 15 eggs and 2 jars of milk as his mother asked him.
His family was actually not a farmer family. His father was working in a factory nearby. But, the money was definitely not enough. Therefore his mother did some farming and kept some cattle for daily living which fortunately went really well, she had some talents in it. Sometimes, his mother sold a bit of their stocks to buy other things. The old lady from the coffee shop was one of her loyal buyers.
The boy kissed his little sister's forehead who was sleeping in the wooden baby cart. Then, he left home, whistling.
Illustration of "Farmer Boy" by Laura Ingalls Wilder
I don't own the picture
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