"Mom! How many times have I told you to take it easy!?" An exasperated voice calls out within a small piece of land guarded by gates. The colour of the large patches of grass transition to the soft hues of warm orange reflected by the morning sun, heralding the beginning of spring. The recipient of that voice is standing on top of this field, carrying a large sac containing grains intended for feeding the cows. She is an elderly woman, who carries herself as robust and diligent for her age. She doesn't respond to the voice until she finally puts down the sac on the ground and finally faces the obviously annoyed person in front of her.

"Good morning, dear! This is not how you should start out a greeting in the morning, you know. Well, if one wants to be polite and civil with others at least" The elderly woman responds with a gentle voice, yet the smug tone with which she throws her quips at her daughter seems condescending in its affection.

"Quite bold of you to instruct me on how to greet someone in the morning, since I think showing your attitude right from the get-go is also unbecoming of a polite person, don't you think?" She quips back with a much mellower tone, that shifted from hysteria to mild annoyance. The elderly chuckles at the response and then properly faces her.

"In regard to the question, you so rudely targeted me with in the middle of work, I just wanted to carry some of today's food for the farm animals. Is that so bad?" She asks with an innocent tone, yet the irritating smugness hasn't left.

"It's bad, since the doctor clearly told you to refrain from any physical labour." She responds calmly.

"Oh, I was just carrying a single thing and nothing else. I woke up early and just wanted to get some fresh air."

"In that case, we have a perfectly comfortable bench and hanging chair for you to relax in. That should be more than enough. And for the last time, Ben and I already told you that we would be taking care of the farm in your place. I know it's tough for you to remain stagnant, but please understand that I want you to stay healthy. As long as possible..." The woman tried to convince her until she herself started tearing up. She looked away to regain her composure and continued. "Please understand, that you can't just do stuff as spontaneously as before."

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The woman sighed, before responding. "I understand, dear... I'm sorry for being irresponsible. It's not just me, who I'm affecting with my affection, aren't I?" She says, hugging her daughter gently before regarding her with a warm smile. "After all, I want to live long enough to meet my new grandson, don't I? I can't just stop at meeting my three-year-old granddaughter, can I?"

"Nope. No, you can't." She smiles at her back.

"Alright, time to finish carrying the grains, and then I'll go lay down!" She happily exclaims, but upon meeting the murderous glare of her daughter, she quickly replies. "I was obviously joking, my dear!" As she heads back to the house.

"You better! I will carry the rest, don't worry." She wistfully replies.

"I swear, that girl..." The elder woman exclaims with an exasperation devoid of actual annoyance.

"Already chewed out by her, I see." The figure in front of her, her son-in-law, greets her. "Good morning, Ma'am."

"Good morning dear. I sure am..." She says dejectedly.

"I'm sure she already told you, but please feel free to relax more. I swear, that we will work as diligently as you did!" The rather burly man says reassuredly, though in her eyes, he is still a young boy, that she needs to take care of. She just cannot help but view her children that way.

"I know you will, but that doesn't quite make being unproductive any easier, I fear. Although, I realize I truly have no choice but to adapt to that reality. Otherwise, my daughter might truly ensure my demise before my own body ever could!"

"I fear, she very well might." The man exclaims with light laughter. "But fear not, since you won't have to be as unproductive as you might think!"

"Are you referring to the children?"

"Yes, they're already excited to visit again."

She has made quite the reputation in the village for being the most respectable person in the planet. She has lived here for decades and has made lasting connections that spanned several generations, including the new generation younglings. They always flock around her to play with her, talk to her about their days and listen to her stories. She had a near infinite supply of things she could them, and the children listened to her intently with deep fascination about any story she would tell. Whether it's about her own "adventures", local folklore and myths or sometimes stories that she herself made up, they would always look at her with pure wonder in their eyes as she kept talking. To her, this is her greatest joy. To take care of someone, providing for someone and cheering someone on. All for her greatest treasure: the smiles of the faces, dearest to her.