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I didn't cry when Dad said the farm was all I'd ever have. I cried on the bus to Exeter. My name's Sarah, I'm 23, and I'm from a little village in Devon, South West England. Just a normal bird who grew up with cows and mud up to her knees. At 16 I was already milking at stupid o'clock in the morning, not because I wanted to but because the family had no other option. My old man's been renting our farm forever, Mum works down the pub, money's always been proper tight. From day one I knew uni wasn't for the likes of us. I scraped through school and then it was just calves, hay and the same old soggy wellies day in day out. Up at 5am, feed, muck out, feed again, evening milking, crash out smelling of silage with my back aching and my hands wrecked. We didn't make plans, we just tried to get to next month. Farm rent, vet bills, diesel for the tractor. One day our neighbour Mrs. Bailey popped round with a box of old books and said: "Don't need these anymore, love. Thought they might help." Inside were biology and chemistry textbooks — not new, but clean. I proper welled up. We had a cuppa and I blurted out that I'd been secretly reading about student grants. Before she left, she handed me a bit of paper with an app name on it and said: "Sometimes the chance comes when you least expect it, sweetheart." I nodded, but I didn't believe it. Not really. A few months passed and then Dad dropped the bomb that we couldn't afford the rent anymore. It hit me that if nothing changed, I'd be stuck in these wellies forever. Bills were spread all over the kitchen table, the fire was dying, my card had 28 quid left and I had no one to even text. I thought: "It can't get any worse than this." I clicked the link, downloaded the app and bunged in £15, barely breathing. First few spins gave me bugger all and I was about to sack it off, but then the bonus kicked in. Lights, sound, numbers. When it stopped I had £480. I couldn't believe it. I hit withdraw straight away, waited for the c
