He stood there speechless as I booked my train ticket online 🎫. He tried to argue, telling me that this was the busiest time for the soil, but I reminded him that he was the primary producer now. He had whole sacks to plant and a sister to support, so my presence was clearly redundant.
The morning I left, Marian was already out in the yard trying to figure out how to start the motorized tiller 🚜. He had never operated it alone; I was always the one who handled the delicate soil prep and layout. I waved at him from the taxi, leaving him alone with his engine and his sister’s endless demands.
While in Cluj, I spent my days walking through peaceful parks and enjoying silent afternoons 🌳. My hands and knees stopped aching for the first time in nearly a decade. The mental burden of managing a massive produce pipeline for ungrateful relatives finally evaporated from my chest….
