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My father died a few months before I came into this world. My mother, pregnant with me, was living with her parents until I was born, when we would then travel to Forget-Me-Not Valley to live on a farm with Father and his best friend, Takakura; they had built the farm together, making an empty field something to be proud of, or so my mother told me growing up. When my father died, we ended up staying with my grandparents in the city. I dreamt of the farm for years, hoping one day to at least be able to see it.

On my 23rd birthday, I was surprised to find a letter in my mailbox. I was living in a small apartment in the city at the time, miserable at my 9-to-5 job. My mother had passed a few years back, and my grandparents had moved to a rural area a few hours away, practically in the middle of nowhere and mail took weeks to arrive, so mail, aside from bills, wasn't exactly the norm. There was no return address.

I opened it slowly, relishing the sharp tearing sound the envelope made. The letter inside was short.

Jack,

Years ago, your father and I built a farm. It was his pride and joy, and he wanted nothing more than for you to grow up amid the fresh air and small town. While it's too late for that, I would like for you to have the chance to see the result of the hard work your old man put into this land. He would have wanted you to at least have the chance.

Takakura

I stared down at the words, my hands beginning to sweat. A wave of elation crashed through my body. I could finally see the farm I dreamt of my entire childhood. I darted to my desk, scrambling for a piece of paper and a pen.

Takakura

Of course I will visit the farm. Just let me know when it's convienient for you. Thanks.

Jack

A week and a half later, I was trekking down the mountain path leading away from the city and into the valley. Upon arriving in the small community, I inhaled a deep breath and looked around. The road ahead lead to a small town with a few medium sized buildings across a bridge over a narrow river. To my left was a large field with what seemed like a million yellow flowers in bloom, swaying gently in the breeze. To my right was a large farm. My heart leapt- was that my father's farm? I began heading that way, my pace quickening gradually.

"Aye! Boy!" a woman's voice caused me to freeze, "Where d'you think yer goin'?"

I turned around to face a large woman, several inches taller than me with light ginger hair. "Uh, heading to Takakura's farm, ma'am.." I stammered, having trouble keeping eye contact with her.

The woman released a loud guffaw. "That ain't Takakura's farm, boy! That's mine. You're lookin' for the one 'cross the river, behind that line of trees." She pointed towards a small path that lead off of the main road on the other side of the river. "Now, don't get me wrong, we don't usually mind visitors, but right now's a busy time for us," she reached out and grabbed my face from under my chin, "and I don't need no pretty boys like you distracting my most efficient employee." She glanced up, looking at a fair-skinned, brown haired woman in an olive colored dress.

I blushed, stepping back. "Sorry, I've never been here... Takakura invited me to the farm... I never guessed that there would be more than one in a small town like this."

She released another hearty laugh. "Boy, you've got a lot to learn." She reached a hand out towards me. "M'name's Vesta, pleased to meet ya."

I took her hand and shook. "Jack, likewise," I replied. Her eyes widened.

"Surely not Bruce's old boy?"

I raised my eyebrows, somewhat shocked that she knew. "He was my father, yes."

Vesta whistled. "He and I went way back, we did. One of the best friends I ever had." She rested her hand on my shoulder. "He was so proud of you, and you weren't even born yet. Couldn't wait for you to see that ol' farm. 'Bout time you came around."

I simply nodded, beginning to walk away. "I better go then. Nice meeting you."

"Just remember what I said, boy! No comin' round distractin' my farmhands!" I heard her laugh all the way until I crossed the bridge.

I stopped at the base of the path leading to the farm, taking in a deep breath. I closed my eyes for the few steps it took to reach the flat plain that the object of my dreams rested on. Upon opening them, I released a small gasp.