MANDY POV

When I was born my parents lived on a farm. It belonged to my dad´s family. He built a small house for him and mom in his family´s land. It was like a nest of love and fun.

To this day I remember dad´s laughter. There is not even one bad day in my memory, but I think it is just normal because he was a happy newlywed man with his firstborn.

My feet almost never touched the ground, because when it was not mom or dad carrying me around, it was Papa John or Nana Helen.

Papa John is the typical cowboy. Always wearing a hat, and leather clothes. My father was not so much, since he was half businessman, in charge of trading the cattle or buying new land too. But Papa John was always on a horse´s back, riding the fields and he seldom left the farm to go to the city. He is happy this way.

Nana Helen´s hobby is sewing. She makes beautiful clothes for all of us. Even for my dolls, at that time.

And to have complete bliss, every day my m