This! My grandpapa lost his entire family. First they had to wear the yellow star. Then they were slaughtered. He alone escaped. Came to the middle of nowhere on the Canadian Prairies and survived -40 winters in a log cabin.

I was born and raised a country girl, riding bareback on ponies as a toddler and feeding chickens with sleep still in my eyes.

When we moved to the city, Mama bought me a book called the city mouse and the country mouse. She said the city mice always make fun of the country mice. And they did.

Stupid stereotypes about things people don’t know, or understand. I loved this piece. :)

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