The morning air is crisp as she steps on the ground. The land stretches wide before her—endless rows of crops swaying gently in the breeze, the barn standing just as it always had, the familiar scent of earth and fresh grass filling her lungs. It's been years since she last stood here, but nothing has truly changed; it still feels like home.
Her parents are already outside, waving to her with smiles as warm as the sunlight spilling over the fields. A few farmhands nod in greeting, their hands covered in dirt, their clothes worn from hard labor. The rhythm of the farm continues as it always has—steady, unhurried, rooted in tradition.
She walks toward her father, who's adjusting a bundle of hay near the barn. He looks up at her with pride, setting down his work for a moment.
"Feels good to be back, doesn't it?" he says, dusting off his hands.
She smiles, nodding. "Yeah. I missed this—the smell of the fields, the sound of the wind. Everything."
Her mother joins them, handing her a pair of gloves. "Well, if you really missed it, we've got plenty to do," she teases, nudging her toward the crops. "Come help us harvest."
She laughs, slipping on the gloves, feeling the rough material against her fingers. Soon, she's out in the fields, kneeling between rows of vegetables, her parents working alongside her. The other workers talk as they pick—discussing the changing seasons, sharing jokes, swapping stories about the latest town gossip.
This is her longest stay in her hometown and it feels just right to be back in her land after all that had happened.
"You are doing good young lady". Her father said.
"Muscle memory dad". She chuckles as she continues on harvesting.
"You used to complain about this when you were younger," he recalls. "Remember how you'd try to sneak away from chores?"
She rolls her eyes with a smirk. "I was a kid! I thought escaping farm duty was an art form."
Her mother shakes her head, smiling. "And yet, here you are, back in the dirt with us."
As the sun begins to dip toward the horizon, the work slows, baskets piled high with fresh produce ready for market. They sit on the porch, sipping cold lemonade, watching the sky burn in shades of orange and pink.
Her father exhales, settling back into his chair. "You know, it feels good having you here again. Makes me remember when you were just a little girl, running through these fields without a care in the world."
Her mother nods, her expression soft with nostalgia. "Back then, you used to talk about leaving—about seeing the world. And look at you now, coming back home."
"Well I'm kind of glad that accident happened to me". She jokingly said but her mother hit her back hard.
"Greatful my foot we almost lost you". Valeria laugh shortly after that.
"Well you didn't lost me and that's why I'm grateful because I get to came back her, and see you two again". Her eyes was filled with happiness, this life time she gets to spend more time with her family and she is happy.
She looks around—the farmhouse, the land, the people who have always been here. She never understood it fully before, but now she does. No matter how far she goes, this place will always be a part of her and forever she will always be grateful.