“Flossie!” she heard her mother yell. Flossie had always disliked her name. She shared it with her neighbor’s cow. She always felt her parents did her a serious unkindnessnaming her after a cow. Even if no one ever knew that is where her name came from, she did, and that was shame enough.
“Flossie Mae!” her mother continued. “Shake that dust off your feet and get in the car. We are off to greener pastures!” Flossie took a deep breath. Her blue eyes captured one last memory of her beloved home. The Oklahoma wind whipped through her dark brown hair for the last time. Flossie climbed into the overcrowded car for their trekacross the country.
