“You’re not going,” Dad said.
Mom championed me and I went to the Exhibition with my cousins—fun rides—candy floss. Girls day out.
Next day Dad snarls and snaps, “You don’t need to shovel grain. I made out yesterday.”
I help, so it’s easier for him. He’s mad I work on my 4H project when there’s no grain to shovel.
“What do you care?” I frown.
I learned to multitask that summer, and my 4H project won first place.