Chapter 10: Mother's Love
Adam's steps slowed as he approached the familiar sight of his home, his mind buzzing with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
The house was large, its wooden structure sturdy and well-crafted, with an air of simplicity that belied its charm.
A wide, lush garden sprawled within the boundary, vibrant green plants stretching out in neatly tended rows.
The sight made Adam pause for a moment. His gaze swept over the spacious yard, the well-maintained exterior, and the general sense of care that had gone into its upkeep.
If this house existed back on Earth, he mused, my parents would have been considered rich. Very rich.
The thought lingered as he pushed open the gate and stepped inside.
The scent of freshly tilled soil from the garden mingled with the faint aroma of something cooking, wafting from within the house. Adam let out a small sigh of appreciation.
For all the strangeness of this new world, there was a comforting warmth to this home.
But that warmth was short-lived.
As soon as Adam entered, his eyes caught sight of his mother standing in the kitchen. She turned toward him, and her expression shifted instantly.
Her dark eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line, and her face flushed with anger.
"Adam!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.
Adam flinched, taken completely off guard.
"How many times have I told you not to go out there?" she continued, her voice rising with every word.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is near the outskirts of our village?"
Adam froze in place, his hands raised defensively. He hadn't been expecting this sudden onslaught.
His modern life on Earth had left him unaccustomed to such scolding—especially from parents.
Back there, he had been a college student living away from home, free from the constant supervision of his family. It had been years since anyone had yelled at him like this.
"But, Mom—" Adam started, his voice faltering under the weight of her glare.
"Quiet!" she snapped, cutting him off. She grabbed a small, cloth-wrapped package from the counter and thrust it toward him. "Take this to your father. Now."
Adam blinked, staring at the bundle in her hands. It was a lunchbox, the faint aroma of freshly cooked food wafting from within the fabric wrap.
Realizing he had no room to argue, Adam sighed and took the lunchbox from her outstretched hands.
His mother turned away without another word, resuming her work in the kitchen. Adam shifted uncomfortably, his mind drifting back to his life on Earth.
The sharpness of her tone and the unyielding authority in her words reminded him of his own mother, and a pang of nostalgia tugged at his chest.
She even sounds like her, Adam thought, shaking his head as he tried to dismiss the comparison.
Turning on his heel, Adam began to leave the house, but the tension in the air lingered. Just as he reached the door, his sister Yami's voice rang out behind him.
"Mom," Yami said hesitantly, "I'll go with Adam."
Adam glanced over his shoulder, relief flickering in his expression. But his mother's response dashed his hopes.
"No one is going with him," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "If either of you want to help, you can start by finishing your chores."
Yami's shoulders slumped, and she exchanged a helpless glance with Eric, who stood nearby.
Both siblings looked at Adam, their guilt evident in their apologetic eyes.
Adam let out a resigned sigh, his grip tightening on the lunchbox. "It's fine," he muttered, turning toward the door.
Without another word, he stepped outside, leaving the house and its lingering tension behind.
Adam's steps were slow and deliberate as he walked through the village streets. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows over the dirt paths and wooden houses.
Villagers bustled around him, their conversations and laughter filling the air, but Adam's thoughts were elsewhere.
Where do I even find my father? he wondered, his brow furrowing. The memories of his new life were still incomplete, leaving him uncertain about the details of his surroundings.
He continued walking, allowing his feet to guide him.
Subconsciously, he found himself heading toward the edge of the village, moving farther from the familiar sights of the central square.
Eventually, Adam reached the village's border. Beyond it, the land opened up into sprawling fields that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Crops of all kinds swayed gently in the breeze—wheat, rice, and vegetables Adam could barely recognize.
The sight stopped him in his tracks.
This… is incredible, Adam thought, his eyes widening as he took in the vibrant greenery. The fields were alive with activity, dotted with villagers hard at work, their hands moving skillfully as they tended to the crops.
Adam's gaze swept over the scene, marveling at the beauty of the land. The roads flanking the fields were lower than the elevated farmland, creating a layered effect that made the view even more striking.
Who says villages are inferior to cities? Adam mused, a small smile tugging at his lips. There was a charm here, a quiet strength in the simplicity and hard work that sustained this place.
He continued walking, his footsteps crunching softly against the dirt path. The further he went, the more he began to appreciate the quiet rhythm of village life.
And then, in the distance, he saw a figure.
It was a man, bent over in one of the fields, his hands moving deftly as he worked the soil. Even from afar, Adam recognized him. A memory surfaced, clear and vivid, confirming what he already suspected.
That's him, Adam thought. My father.
The man stood tall, his broad shoulders and weathered hands evidence of years spent working in the fields. There was an air of quiet dignity about him, a steadfastness that Adam couldn't help but admire.
Taking a deep breath, Adam cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Father! I brought your lunch!"
The man straightened at the sound of Adam's voice, turning to face him. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he raised a hand in acknowledgment.
And with that, the chapter came to an end, the golden fields swaying gently in the breeze as father and son prepared to reunite.
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