When I saw the man, the first thing I
noticed was his grand clothes. He looked
out of place standing there under the fierce glare of the sun.
He introduced himself as MIkhail Rennard, part of the family who owns the land I work in. The family does not make a habit of visiting the fields. Not like their grand patriarch, Jacob, who used to roam the fields daily.
It seemed too good to be true. How can anyone just hand over a life that I
have always dreamed of in exchange for the dreary world I live in?
Character.
That’s what MIkhail’s grandfather wants him to build. And Jacob thought a month of hard work would
make MIkhail appreciate more the simple things in life.
I’d live like a King even for a month. Whether Mikhail gets what he needs is
irrelevant.
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