They mooed when I walked into class. Someone taped a straw to my locker with “BARN PRINCESS” scrawled across it. I’d scrub my boots in the gas station sink before school, but everyone knew my family ran a dairy farm. To them, I was “cow girl.”
They mooed when I walked into class. Someone taped a straw to my locker with “BARN PRINCESS” scrawled across it. I’d scrub my boots in the gas station sink before school, but everyone knew my family ran a dairy farm. To them, I was “cow girl.”