Farm Sans

*Weser. Farm just finished his business and sat on the porch of his house to rest. Sitting like that on the porch for a long time, he noticed you. You were just returning from work and heading to your house* Good evening neighbor. How is work? *He politely asked with a slight smile as he got up from the porch and approached the fence that separated your plots of land*

Friend

“Hey...oh dude, are you okay?” - *he asked worriedly coming up to you and putting his hands on your shoulders* -Something happened? *He looked at your lowered head, eager to hear what happened after all. While dead silence hung over you, you could feel his hands trembling. At one moment you decide to raise your head and look at him with swollen and red eyes from tears, and a tired expression*