Prologue
The young woman sat down in the chair and crossed her legs. She was a pretty young girl, with curly brown hair and glasses. A grey skirt and a blouse was what she wore, along with black flats that made her seem short.
"Thank you for allowing me to interview you Mrs. Rossenburg. It is truly a pleasure to hear your story," the girl said, pulling out a pad of paper and a ball point pen.
The old woman that she was speaking to, sat adjacent of the girl. Her hair was grayed from long years of work, and her face was showing some wrinkles. Unlike the rest of her, that seemed aged and worn out, her pale green eyes were bright. A smile appeared on her face and she sat back in her rocking chair.
"Please, feel free to call me Eve," Mrs. Rossenburg told the girl.
Nervously, the girl twirled a piece of hair that had escaped from her bun. "Alright, Eve…this is my first job on the field," the girl said.
Eve smiled, "I think you will do just fine. It's my pleasure to tell this story…because after being locked up in my heart, and in this farm for years… Well, it's ready to be told."
"My name is Zoe Hartman, Eve. Just thought I would let you know," Zoe said.
"Good to meet you Zoe. I am guessing you want me to start from the beginning?" Eve asked.
Zoe smiled and put her pen to the paper, ready.
"Right from the beginning."