That evening, Mom and Grandpa put together an amazing dinner. I couldn't help but scarf down four whole plates. Then, I just kicked back in a lounge chair out on the porch to recover. Grandpa casually hummed a folk song from our hometown, and the familiar melody immediately eased much of my distress and anxiety.Mom, Dad, Grandpa, and I sat out on the porch chatting, feeling the cool breeze on our faces and listening to the night crickets.I couldn't help but think that this was exactly how life should be. In the following days, Mom, Dad, and I worked alongside Grandpa on the farm, bringing in the mature crops from several acres of farmland. In our spare time, we followed Grandpa to the river to fish, and in the evenings, we ate our own home-grown vegetables for dinner.Maisie had tried contacting me several times. Her calls were starting to irritate me, so I finally picked up. She sounded worried and kept asking me where I was, but I cut her off coldly, saying, "I'm sorry, Ms.
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