Under the brilliant sun of the village, the air thick with the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers, Luis Madrigal moved with effortless strength, his broad shoulders bearing the weight of more than just physical labor. The mountainside echoed with the rhythmic sound of hooves against the cobbled path as he carried two donkeys—one on each side—down toward the village, each donkey laden with baskets filled to the brim with vegetables, fruit, and freshly harvested grains.
His muscles flexed with every step, a steady grace to his movements despite the load he carried. He hummed softly to herself, a tune he'd learned from his younger brother, Miguel, as he made his way down the winding path.
Though it seemed like he could carry the weight of the world without breaking a sweat, there was always a small, quiet part of her that wished for a moment of rest—just a minute where the weight was not on his shoulders. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a lingering fear that if he ever falters on his strength, something bad will happen. He continued to smile softly as he moved on, the path ahead leading him into the heart of the village, where more chores and responsibilities awaited.