MORRIS

The green fields of the multi crop farm were made beautiful by the rays of sun that cast their golden hues on the tips of the leaves. As the wind blew and the leaves that received light from the sun danced, a handsome young man raised his head up from his work to look at the beauty around him. The outline of his face was sharp and gave a firm edge to his looks. His body, quite muscular for a person who did not work out, glistened under the sun. These muscles weren’t built in a gym but by hard labour on the fields. His skin was tanned due to long hours working under the sun. His mother was too old to join him with the rigorous farm activities so she waited for him at home. He looked towards the oak tree where his father had been buried two years ago and sighed. Days like these, he missed working alongside his late father.

"Mi vida," Rosa Gonzalez, Carlson's mother, called for him from the house. “Come and eat. You’ve been working for hours.

“Just a few minutes, Ma. I have to take my t
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