The Smell of Mom's Breakfast

The air outside the house smelled of something crooked in my stomach which was pretty good at staying quiet started rumbling. I dashed up the steps forgetting Grandpa for the moment. Mom returned to me her mouth and eyes telling two different stories. At six years old she didn't know a life on the farm that wasn't just suffering. They had only crops no livestock so when the rain stopped and the dust took its place they had nothing to sell. We shared what little we had but weren't enough for a family to live on.