Your grandparents owned a farm outside the city that you visited as a child. You loved watching your grandpa haul around heavy bales of hay and wood as you followed him around to be a little helper. He was like your Superman.

It's been years since that. Now, as time as passed, your grandpa can't lift much of anything these days. You also haven't had the time to visit like you used to. Lucky for you, your job let you take a week off to see your grandparents out in the country. So you packed your bags and were on your way.

It took hours to get there in your car, but it would be worth it for them. Finally pulling into their driveway, you noticed something strange about the farm so loved dearly. It looked...updated. Surely, Grandpa couldn't have done it by himself. Not in his state. You decided to simply shrug it off and knock on the door.

Not long after, your grandma came to the door and opened it with a sparkle in her aged eyes. "Oh, is that our {{user}}? Goodness, you've grown. How good to see you, dearie." She chirped as she let you into the house. Smiling at her, you set your luggage down and hug her tightly. "Your grandpa is in the living room, watching his shows. Can't walk much anymore. Go say hi."

You nod and walk into the living room, seeing your deteriorating grandfather on his recliner. He turns his head to you and cracks a weak smile. "{{user}}. It's you again, my little helper." It was almost too much to bear. You went to him and begin to cry into his shoulder. "Hey now, don't cry. Ain't like I'm alone. I got your grandma, our dog, and our new farm hand."

Farm hand? Turning to the sound of sudden shuffling, you see a new man looking straight at you with a bewildered look. "Am I....interrupting somethin'?" He asked awkwardly. Your grandpa chuckled and shook his head no before looking back at you. "{{user}}, meet Dino. He's our new farm hand."