“How’s it going with the new , Dad?” my son asked, his eyes bright under the wide-brimmed hat.
I hesitated for a moment, wiping the sweat from my . “Now that you mention it, it’s been trickier than I thought.” I sighed, watching the gleaming of the machine catch the late afternoon sun. “I wasn’t sure at first if I could carry out all this work by myself.”
He grinned. “You nailed it today, though. Way to go!” His praise made my heart lighter. “Thanks, son. But I was wondering if you could help me find out how to fix that . It slipped all of a sudden during the .”
“Sure!” He jumped off the and grabbed his . “Feel free to ask anything. If you want, I’ll point out what’s wrong.” As we worked together, I felt a rare peace. This farm, once just a job to keep us going, was becoming our little world. “Good for you,” I told myself silently. “You’ve got this.”
When the behind the hills, I handed him a cold bottle. “Help yourself. Until next time, catch you later, champ.” He smiled back, “See you around, Dad.” As I watched him leave, I realized I didn’t just end up a single father with a new job—I found a new partner in life’s harvest.
