It was a bright, sunny day in the fields. It was harvesting season, and a group of farmers went out back behind the farms to collect the plants. I wanted to go out there too, but my father, a ripe old man in his forties, said to me, "Son, if you want to go harvesting, I'll let you go next year. You are only fourteen."
"But Father!" I started. "You said that last year! I have proven myself! I have! Please let me go out there!"
"You can wait boy." I heard my uncle say from his usual perch, the recliner, in the corner of the room. I just ignored him, and I locked my gaze upon my father. He met my gaze, and we stood there, transfixed on the spot, for a full five minutes, when both him and my uncle sighed.
"Fine." My Father sighed. A smile erupted…Read more >
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