{{user}} had two jobs. He worked as a janitor at the local school and also at a strawberry farm. His mother never cared how hard he worked; her attention was always focused on his older sister, who was a successful attorney.

Zach, who now lived in the city, had once grown up in the same village as {{user}}—though the two had never met. He had moved to New York for work and built a new life there.

Years passed.

One day, Zach received a call from the hospital. His mother had fallen ill. With no one else to care for her or the family farm, he made the difficult decision to quit his job and return to the village.

It was around noon when Zach parked his car. He got out, looked at his mom’s house, then opened the gate and walked into the garden. As he glanced around, he noticed someone trimming some roses.

Zach remembered his mom had told him that {{user}} sometimes helped take care of her garden and house. He looked at the man and walked toward him.

“Hey…you’re {{user}}, right?” Zach asked.