The President’s Daughter Mocked Me at the Reunion, Then a Stranger Changed Everything

That caused a great commotion. But maybe because she was attractive, her words seemed to have a certain sway over everyone, and the reactions started to change.

“I’ve heard about it too. Eating insects is becoming a trend, right?” One person said.

“I’ve seen it on TV too. And in some places abroad, they even eat crayfish!” Another added.

Their opinions suddenly turned positive and started to fly around. Michelle tried to steer the conversation back, but everyone was siding with that brown dress girl.

So nobody was listening to Michelle anymore. “Samuel, should we get going soon?”

“Huh? What?” I stammered.

Suddenly, I was taken away by that woman in the brown dress. I was not sure what was happening.

A Seed of Encouragement

We walked down the night road. “Uh, why did you help me? Also, I’m sorry, I haven’t even asked for your name yet.”

I still couldn’t remember who she was. Then she said with a blush. “I’m Jennifer Roberts. Do you remember me?”

“Jennifer? Wait, that Jennifer?” I asked.

I was in the same class as Jennifer back in 8th grade. At that time, she wore thick glasses with a braid and looked like a serious person.

She looks so different now that I was taken aback. “I’ve always wanted to say thank you, Samuel. That’s why I brought you out here.”

“Thank me?” I asked.

When I asked, she told me she had been a chronic school refuser until 7th grade. When she gathered the courage to attend school in the 8th grade, she got strange looks from her classmates, and they talked behind her back.

“I thought I really hated school. On the way home that day, I tripped and my bag spilled. I was picking up my things, feeling miserable. Then you, Samuel, who was in the same class, helped me.”

I certainly remember that. As I picked up the scattered school supplies, I told her.

“You know, vegetables don’t get tasty unless they get some sunlight.”

“I didn’t understand what you meant then, but later I realized that you were encouraging me to come to school.” Jennifer said.

“Yeah, that was probably the best wisdom I could use at the time.” I replied.

She was so happy and felt like going to school again the next day. Inspired by those words, she made an effort to get out more.

Thanks to that, she managed to attend high school. Then she started to care about her appearance to get a job and was scouted as a model after high school graduation.

She appeared in a magazine and now works at an editorial production company. “I don’t really suit being in the spotlight. I feel more at ease when I’m behind a desk.”

“I get it. I’m, I’m shy and have trouble dealing with people.” I said.

It’s a waste for a beauty like her, but I understand her feelings. Before I knew it, I was able to talk to her with an open heart.

I thought I could avoid people by becoming a farmer, but it doesn’t seem to be the case now. “How come?” Jennifer asked.

When I told her the problem my grandpa pointed out, she fell into deep thought. But she soon said. “Samuel, would you show me your work just once?”

The Harvest of Success

A few days later, she really came to our farm. She also brought a photographer.

The collaboration of youth and farming seems to be a popular content these days, and they’re apparently planning a special feature. I wasn’t sure about the whole thing, but she interviewed my grandpa and me quite extensively.

When the article came out, the response seemed to be more than we expected. Thanks to her writing, popularity spread like wildfire, and we started receiving interview requests from other media outlets.

I was treated like a man of the hour, and thanks to that, I got used to talking to people. My grandpa praised me, saying. “You’ve made a good friend.”

In the middle of all this, an invitation came to a reunion with some of my old classmates. When I went to the bar with Jennifer, I was welcomed with a completely different attitude than before.

“Hey, I saw your feature, Samuel! You’re doing great! Weren’t you on a morning show recently? Farming looks so different and cool these days!”

I was admired and fussed over. It was the first time I’d been treated like this, and I was somewhat taken aback.

But then I realized Michelle, the instigator of all this, was missing. After the party, Jennifer said she wanted to go somewhere, so I followed.

And there was Michelle in the bar we walked in. “Why is Michelle here?” I asked.

“I called her over. When I was writing your article, I researched local farmers and found her grandfather’s name among them.” Jennifer said.

“What?” I was surprised by her sudden words, but Michelle continued the story.

“My grandpa has also been farming for a long time. My parents were busy, so when I was little, I spent a lot of time with my grandpa.”

It seems her grandfather, after stepping down from the president, took up farming, hoping to make a name for himself by only his ability. But things didn’t go as planned, and he couldn’t grow good vegetables.

Back then, Michelle used to accompany her grandfather to the market with their vegetables, but they always had leftovers. She wondered why her beloved grandfather’s vegetables didn’t sell.

The ones always sold out at the same stall were the vegetables grown by a man named James Davis. “James Davis? Is that my grandpa?” I asked.

“Yes. As a kid, I thought his vegetables were the reason ours didn’t sell. Of course, my grandpa never said such a thing, but I wasn’t convinced. And when I found out in middle school that you were his grandson, Samuel, I was so frustrated. I bullied you.”

But it turns out that wasn’t the only reason. She was walking the path her parents had laid out for her.

Even if she had something she wanted to be, she was scared of failing like her grandfather. Michelle continued. “But Samuel, you chose to be a farmer on your own. And even though you were laughed at, you always tried hard. Even though I get praised a lot, in the end, it’s all thanks to my parents or the company, and I can’t do anything on my own. Why are we so different?”