On a scale of one to ten, I would swear on ten that I am not one to be found doing long periods of farming activities since everybody in my family knew I never loved doing any of that. So people, relatives and family friends, teased me and jokingly cursed my future on what my people would eat once I was out there trying to build my generation.
I, for a fact never considered farming a dirty job or thought anything negative about it. I just hated the friction my hand would endure, the blisters were never a good thing for me. The writhing pain that would follow, since there is no being excused from allocated chores in the name of pain, was unbearable.
Thanks to the savage minute I, now, am a grower. The reality I believed was not meant for me.
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