When my parents decided I needed a change of scenery, I thought they meant a different city, not a different world. The hacienda was vast, the air fresh and untainted by car exhaust. Instead of blaring music and honking horns, I heard the hum of machinery and chirping birds.

"This is ridiculous. How am I supposed to survive without Wi-Fi and nightlife?"

"You’ll learn, heeseung . This place has its own rhythm. Give it a chance," he's grandfather said.

I rolled my eyes, dragging my suitcase behind me. As I trudged towards the main house, I noticed her. She was feeding the chickens, her movements swift and confident. She wore a simple dress, her hair tied back, a few strands escaping to frame her face. There was something captivating about her that made me pause.

"Hey, you there! Do you know where I can get a signal?"

"Signal? For what?" you asked.

"My phone. I need to call someone."