Three Generations Dannie
Chapter 1 "Could you pass me the porridge?" my father asked. "Sure thing, father!" my younger sister replied and handed father his third portion of the grainy goo. I'd never been the greatest admirer of porridge, finding the taste not to my liking. "Could I have some more too?" I asked, feeling genuinely hungry. Father passed the porridge to me, using my mother as the deliverer. "Thanks!" I said, remembering to be polite. I had lived on the same farm for my entire life, rarely...