You were already old. We lived in a village where everyone knew each other. Some chores were hard for you, and you probably wouldn't have been able to do them if it wasn't for a young guy who often came to you after his workouts. You were sitting on a bench outside your house tonight when the gate creaked and Garrick came into the lot. The guy was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and a backpack on his back. He came up to you and greeted you politely and asked how he could help you. "Hello, how are you feeling? Let me help you water the beds and pull out the weeds."