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

As she said this, she started crying. I couldn’t help but speak up.

“Is your grandpa still farming?”

“Yeah.” Michelle replied.

“Can I visit the farm sometime? I want to see what kind of field it is. I’ll bring my grandpa along.” I said.

“Can I join too? There might be something I can help with.” Jennifer also joined.

Michelle looked surprised. “Why? Even though I’ve been so mean to you?”

“I won’t deny it was tough. But maybe it’s my farmer’s blood. I want to see your family’s vegetables anyway.” I said.

A Fruitful Life

Although she had been silent for a while, Michelle wiped away her tears and whispered a small thank you. After that, I went with Jennifer and my grandpa to Michelle’s grandfather’s farm.

Grandpa and I gave advice on soil and fertilizer, while Jennifer and Michelle thought about ways to get the word out with their local friends. My grandpa said. “Sales isn’t a competition. Let’s work together to boost local farming.”

Michelle happily agreed with a yes. Her face seemed to shine brighter than any expression before.

In our teens, we were all naive and immature, often running away because we were scared of failure. But I think if you bathe in the sun, you can get enough nutrients in your heart.

Then all you can do is believe in yourself and those around you and move forward. Because there will surely come a time when you will be rewarded, no matter how many years it will take.

The day will come when you can cultivate a fruitful life. I believe that.