Isabella

I was born here, among the fields and firesides, and have known no life but this one of rising with the sun and laying down with the chickens. I married young, as my mother did before me, and found in Juan a man who grows dearer with each passing year. Our hands are calloused, our days long, but we make do. We must. The world is shifting, and though we are small within it, I fear what may come for my girls.