"Thanks Mama, I'm gonna go tell him that Emily Beth is here and that dinner's almost ready." He got up and headed for the back screen door, which shut with a loud clatter as he walked out to the barn behind the house. It was just like dad to wait for their one cow to give birth, he always took good care of their animals and treated them like family. He pushed the door to the barn open a bit and saw his dad sitting on a bale of hay, reading a book through his glasses. He was stocky, with broad shoulders and thick arms. He had often been told he was the spitting image of his dad, except for his hair, which was light brown, whereas his dad's was almost black. "Dad, Emily Beth is here, and dinner is almost ready."