Lost In America
"Ayla? Ayla?"
Ayla groans, turning over in her small, creaking bed. She knows not to argue with Mama, but it's before dawn and much too early to rise. It's harvest season - where everyone gets up early to stoop in fields and pick produce. This is the first year she's had to pick peas, which are so hard to collect because they are small and you can't spend too much time deciding if a pod is ripe, because if you do you'll be slapped and given an extra hour of work.
What should Ayla do?
Ayla groans, turning over in her small, creaking bed. She knows not to argue with Mama, but it's before dawn and much too early to rise. It's harvest season - where everyone gets up early to stoop in fields and pick produce. This is the first year she's had to pick peas, which are so hard to collect because they are small and you can't spend too much time deciding if a pod is ripe, because if you do you'll be slapped and given an extra hour of work.
What should Ayla do?