Three months later, the answer became painfully clear. Vern sold approximately 14,000 bushels of stored corn, receiving more than $62,000. But instead of improving the living conditions of the people running his farm, he spent approximately $60,000 arranging an extravagant wedding for his daughter, Tiffany. I knew the figures because I personally recorded the payments for the decorations, catering, musicians, flowers, and reception.
At the wedding, my mother-in-law reminded me that Tiffany deserved a beautiful celebration because she would only marry once. I smiled politely, but something inside me had changed. That evening, Nate finally admitted what I had been afraid to say aloud: we couldn’t continue living this way. We would finish the harvest, then leave.
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