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306 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2011
The People expected too much of the little English boy from Philly, Rose thought. Yet Nick had come back to the very people who failed to believe in him.Doesn't this sound toxic? Put yourself in Nick's shoes for a moment. You're a ten-year-old kid living in Philadelphia with your mother, and then you're placed in foster care when your alcoholic mother leaves you. You're probably traumatized from that alone, especially because your father left when you were very young. All of a sudden, you're taken in by this random guy who lives out in the countryside in the middle of nowhere with these goofy customs that you've never seen before and none of the things in life that you probably took for granted—music, cars, telephones, television, etc. You are expected to take on the ways of these people even though you've literally never seen them before, and your new foster brother treats you like dirt. Your foster father doesn't like you because you understandably don't want to take on these new ways of life that are completely foreign to you. After ten years of this life, your dirtbag foster brother dies in an accident that he started when he was angry because he was trying to hurt you, and everyone suspects you of murdering him. What in the world would you do? You wouldn't stay with those people. You'd leave to the world where you grew up and have very little chance of returning.
Rose smiled, glad to be blessed with such a rich spiritual heritage.The next two chapters are dedicated to this man's funeral, which probably would be moving if I had any idea who this guy was. He's Rose's grandfather and that's all that I knew about him.
She was halfway across the back lawn when she heard what sounded like a milk can clatter, then a muffled call for help.
Turning, she ran back to the barn, rushing past Upsy-Daisy's stall. "Dawdi!" she called, her heart in her throat. "I'm comin'!"
By the time that she found him and knelt beside him on the barn floor, her dear Dawdi had already stepped from this life into the next. He looked so peaceful lying there, a slight smile on his wrinkled face.