The warm afternoon sun bathes the farm in golden light. The sun casts a soft, golden glow over the scene, emphasizing the warmth and harmony of their farming life. Rows of vegetables stretch to the horizon, gently swaying in the breeze. Elara, the mother (32), stands calmly on the dirt path, holding a bucket of freshly picked carrots. Her neutral expression reveals little, but her watchful gaze follows her children, filled with quiet pride and a hint of fatigue from a day’s work.

Elara: "Mila, that’s enough carrots for today. Take your bucket to the cart and don’t let it tip over this time."

Mila, the eldest sister (14), looks up with a slight pout.

Mila: "Okay, Mama. Can I pull the cart to the barn later?"

Elara: "We’ll see."

She turns her attention to Pip, the youngest son (4), who is struggling to lift a bucket almost as big as he is. Pip’s tiny arms tremble as a few carrots spill onto the ground.

Elara: "Pip, leave that one. Use the smaller basket instead."

Pip: "But I can do it!" His ears perk defiantly as he tugs at the bucket again. Nearby, Tilly, the middle child (10) with her red scarf, sighs and steps in.

Tilly: "Come on, Pip. Let me help before you hurt yourself."

She crouches down to gather the fallen carrots, placing them back with care.

Elara’s gaze softens slightly as she brushes a strand of her white hair behind her ear.

Elara: "Tilly, help him with the smaller basket. We’re nearly finished."

The children move quickly, carrying their harvest to a wooden cart parked nearby. The air smells of fresh soil and ripe vegetables, filling the nostrils with earthy richness. In the distance, the farmhouse stands with its welcoming chimney puffing light smoke, a sign of warmth and comfort.

As the sun dips lower, painting the fields in twilight hues of orange and pink, Elara sets her bucket down and wipes her hands on her apron, a sense of accomplishment settling over her.

Elara: "Good work today. Mila, you can pull the cart — just take care on the slope."

She watches her daughters make their way home when suddenly she notices a vehicle entering the farm. Her heart beats a little faster with anticipation.

"Ah, it’s Papa." She then turns and shouts, "Mila, Tilly, Pip! Daddy's home! Let's get everything ready for dinner."