County Fair – part one

“Hip Hip Hurray!”

I woke up with a jump, threw on my clothes, and slipped quietly out the kitchen door.  I ran to see if the fat momma pig had her piglets in the night. This was the fourth morning in a row I won every one out there. That meant I was going to be the first one to chose my pig to show in the county fair. My heart was as light as a feather and as happy as can be! 

Being the only girl of my mom’s twelve children I had to keep on my toes to stay ahead of the constant challenge of all brothers.

At nine years old I finally got to be part of 4 -H and determined to win a prize. I skipped joyfully to the sow’s pen.

Coming around the side of the pig pen my heart dropped to the bottom of my toes.

“What! That’s no fair!” I loudly protested with an angry stomp of my foot. 

The one morning I wasn’t the first one to the sow’s pen she had her babies. Five boys stood there in the pig pen each one with a claimed pig in his arms! Just my luck.

I did not want to look weak or let my brothers think they got one up on me. I put on my most stubborn, sassy, and competitive personality. I climbed through the panels and marched straight to the littlest pig of all.

“Good, I’m glad none of you took the pig I want.” I mustered up my best poker face.

I picked up the cute little runt that had been rejected not only by the others but her momma as well.

“Oh now, aren’t you the poorest little piggy. How do you like Lottie?” I held her to my heart and snuggled her in my arms. My mind went to the pig movie Charlotte’s Web, one of the few movies I was allowed to watch. I turned around with a sassy little swing of my hips and gave one of my killer dirty looks in the direction of the boys.

My brothers, as usual, started laughing at my dramatics.

“Sis, you’re going to baby her so much she won’t even have hams.” They cheerfully chanted, shoving past me, yelling “last one into breakfast gets to feed and water the pigs today.”

I didn’t care as I looked at Lottie. Holding her close to my heart I whispered in her tiny pink ear.

“We’re going to win the grand prize this year.”

Tenderly I gave my new little piggy one last gentle squeeze. I scooted off before there was no food left. Sometimes I think we have a houseful of pigs! Smiling smugly I hurried into the kitchen.

About Sarah

The Compelling story of a young woman's courage, being born, raised and married in the sheltered dictatorship of FLDS Cult under the leadership and rule of Warren Jeffs. At eighteen I entered into an arranged marriage and happily fell in love with the love of my life. Richard S Allred was grandson and personal bodyguard to leader Rulon Jeffs and later Warren Jeffs. I lived my full married life in close surveillance of “the Prophets” family. I being the first of five wives, learned how to open my heart, arms, and home. A mother of six and wife of fourteen years, I lived for my family and lived wholeheartedly my religion. As the Leadership adjusted our world would be turned upside down and shaken. My Husband was a founder of the different secrets that were transpiring that people would only hear about years later. My children continually were kept from me and finally ripped away and I was "sent away" forever Being cast out, thrown into a world I was taught to abhor and fear my entire life. Entirely stripped of everything, home, family, friends, seemingly my very existence. Through adversity, I found strength within. I found my voice taking power, and learning my true potential. Fighting for my kids, going against everything I once knew and loved. Now thirty-six and a single mom of seven beautiful children I fight to give them a new life becoming strong and independent in this modern world.
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