I’ve been up at 5 a.m. every day since I was twelve. Cows don’t wait, and neither does the sun. Most folks in my high school couldn’t understand that. While they were Snapchatting their lattes, I was wrist-deep in feed buckets. I didn’t mind at the time—farm life made me strong, grounded. But the teasing stuck with me.
They’d call me “Hay Girl” or “Bessie’s Bestie” like it was hilarious. Even the teachers kind of smiled along. I remember once in sophomore year, I came to class smelling like manure—one of our calves had slipped in the mud that morning, and I’d helped my dad lift her back up. No one cared that I saved that calf. They just held their noses.
By the time I graduated, I had zero invites to any of the senior parties. I went home, helped my mom finish the evening chores, and told myself those people didn’t matter.
But then… the ten-year reunion invite came last month.
I almost deleted the email. Almost.
Instead, I decided to go. Not to show off, not to prove anything. Just to show up. But when I walked into that banquet hall in my boots and denim jacket, I swear half the room went quiet. Some didn’t even recognize me at first.
Then I heard someone behind me whisper, “Is that Callie? The cow girl?”
I turned, and there he was—Rustin Ford. Captain of everything back in the day. He looked… different. Less shiny. But his eyes lit up when he saw me.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said. “What have you been up to?”
I just smiled and said, “Running my own farm. And a side business. You?”
That’s when his face shifted. Not in a bad way—just… surprised.
Then he leaned in and said something I didn’t expect at all.
“I follow your TikTok. The one where you show how to make butter and goat soap and all that. That’s you, right? ‘CallieCountry’?”
I blinked. I didn’t think anyone from our class knew about that account, let alone watched it.
“Yeah,” I said slowly, “that’s me.”
“Man,” he said, laughing softly, “you’ve got like, what, a hundred thousand followers?”
“Hundred thirty-two,” I said, trying not to sound too proud.