AN: So I've been playing Harvest Moon: A New Beginning, and since I was playing it; I started to read stories posted on here. To my disappointment, there was not many posted that I truly enjoyed. I'm here to give to that small number. Now, my stories relate to dark themes most the time, to give a purpose to the story and relate to life situations. However, I have yet to decide how I will make this story go, but I will try my best to amuse y'all. By the way, the characters may seem a bit OOC, but in my opinion the main character can be whatever persona I want, since you customize them in the first place. Well I guess we should start now my lovelies...
Disclaimer: All Character's and related Harvest Moon things belong to Natsume and so on...

Chapter One:
Introduction

Looking past the rows of cotton, dusk started to merge its way into the sky. The fall air had a slight chill to it, but I guess that didn't bother me. Sighing, I stood up from under my growing apple tree. Winter was on its way, marking my first year in this tiny village. Well, not so tiny anymore. I had completed the restorations by the beginning of fall, making the town of Echo a prosperous village. I started to walk back to my house, glancing at my barn and coop as I walked by.

"Rachel, good evening!" I heard a deep voice as my hand reached for my door. Rolling my eyes and dropping my hand, I turn around to stare at Dunhill, with a plastered smile on my face.

"Good evening, Dunhill! I was just about to go inside and heat up some leftovers. Would you like to come in?" To my dismay, he nodded with a smile. ah! I'm tired, can you just leave!? I force back my inner thoughts as I close the door behind us. He sat down at my dining table, while I walked over to the kitchen to heat up food for us. I saw him look around at my new house upgrade. He seemed impressed, but I know better.

I sat down the plates of food and we ate in silence. Once everything was clean and put away, I sat across from him at the table.

"I've come today to check up on you as always." His smile didn't falter..."I've also brought you a letter from your mother." I watched as he dug into his jacket to retrieve the letter. After handing me the letter, we made small chat for a bit and he told me about the upcoming foliage festival. Dunhill left a little while later, and with a sigh of relief, I took off my red scarf and threw it at the table. (AN: She's wearing the work overalls you start the game with) My eyes flash to the forgotten letter on the table that, with neat handwriting, says 'From Mom'. I guess sooner than later...

Sitting at the table once more, I rip open the letter and started to read...

Hello, Sweetheart
It's been a while since I've written to you, but I'm sure you're doing fine. However, 'fine' isn't good enough! Your lacking in your shipments...
I didn't write to scold you though.
Well, your mother is doing great and your sister is doing even better. I don't know why you wanted to take over that run down piece of shit, but I guess that's what you and your father have in common. Plus, you live in such a secluded place. You know I want grandchildren one day, and in a place like that, I'm sure the father will be garbage too.
Any who, I know it's rough with you father's death anniversary last week, but you need to step up your game. Your sister has already married and has done wonders for the company. To bad she can't have children and I have to rely on you for the next heir. I hope you write back this time, like you never have. If not, I still have Dunhill to watch you, even though he's just as useless as your father was. Your sister says hi, and we both love you. Try and keep in touch!
As always,
Mother

Anger is something I have dealt with a long time. I've been the perfect student with a 4.3 GPA, I've turned a two house town into an entire village, have a successful farm and make more than most doctors, and have always been the most respectful person I can. However, that was never enough to fulfill the needs of my mother. Should I even say mother? She's my step mother who married my father for money. Now she is taking over his company, which runs mostly off of my shipments. My real mother I never knew because she died during labor, but this monster I know very well. She has been around since I was three.

I fold up the letter and put it into the dresser with the others. Running a hand through my long, matted, hair I decide to take a long shower. I don't need her acknowledgement... I just want them to be proud of me... please watch over me father.