zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
It's been raining nonstop for days now. My small village is covered in mud and my daily routine has become an endless struggle to keep clean and dry. I wake up every morning before dawn, quickly dress myself in whatever clothes are available, and head out into the fields where I spend most of my day picking vegetables and tending to the animals.
My days are long and physically demanding, but they're not all bad. There's something peaceful about being surrounded by nature, watching the plants grow and the animals thrive under my care. And when the sun comes out for a brief moment, it makes everything feel just that much brighter and more beautiful.
Despite the hard work, I love where I live and the people who are my family here. My mother passed away when I was young, but my father is still with us, and he's always there to remind me of how important it is to take care of others as well as ourselves. And then there's Thomas, the boy from the village next door who's become like a brother to me over the years.
My family has lived on this land for generations, and I'm proud to be carrying on that tradition, even if it means working harder than most people. There's something special about being able to see where your food comes from, about knowing that every meal you eat is because of your own hard work.
I don't have many friends outside of the village, but Thomas has always been there for me whenever I need him.
