If I leave the farm to you, I know exactly what you’ll do.
You’ll keep it.
You’ll work harder, borrow more, and spend the rest of your life trying to save every acre.
Theresa will go without things she deserves, just like your mother did.
You’ll never complain.
And you’ll keep sacrificing until there’s nothing left of you.
My eyes blurred.
Dad had known me.
Better than I’d realized.
The letter continued.
Phil will sell the farm if he needs to. He understands money, and he doesn’t love the land the way you do.
Don’t blame him for that.
When he was nineteen, I told him he wasn’t cut out to be a farmer. He believed me. That’s my fault.
Phil will clear the debt. There should be money left, and I believe he’ll divide it fairly with you.
