All different kinds, really - fruits, vegetables, hay. We had animals too - a few horses, a bunch of cows, and some chickens. It was in our family for generations - since we came to America the way my Dad used to tell it.

[She pushes down the swell of memories that threaten to well up. Her mother, her father, her sister... A combination of happier times and miserable ones.]

I'm sorry about your brother. I'm sure he'll forgive you eventually, though. I mean, he has to know it wasn't your decision that kept him from following you, right?