The following months brought unexpected challenges. The first winter storm damaged part of the old machine shed, and I had to spend more than planned on repairs. Some of the fields needed drainage work, and the property taxes were higher than I had originally estimated. There were moments when I questioned whether I had made the right decision. But every time I looked at Abby playing outside or sitting at the kitchen table doing homework, I remembered why I had chosen this place. She was beginning to smile again. She made friends with children from a nearby farm, joined a school activity, and started talking about the future instead of only remembering the past. I also began taking small steps toward making the land financially sustainable. I rented part of the acreage to a neighboring farmer and kept the remaining fields for future plans.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, Randy drove across the road and stopped near my gate. He looked around at the repaired farmhouse and the work we had completed. He asked how I had managed everything so quickly. I told him I had taken things one step at a time, just as Daniel had always done. Then he mentioned that the family farm was facing higher operating costs and that the brothers were having disagreements about how to manage the business. I listened without offering advice. Before leaving, he asked whether I regretted accepting the buyout and moving away. I looked at the fields behind me and said, \u201cNo. I only regret that Daniel isn\u2019t here to see what we\u2019ve built.\u201d Randy didn\u2019t answer. For the first time, I saw him looking at me without the confidence he had shown at the funeral lunch.<\/p>\n
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