Jack had just gotten the farm his grandfather inherited him.
He didn't know where to start though after he took a good look at the deserted farm; the chicken coop was dusty and the barn held the stench of death and mold. There was no horse in the stable - and it was quite messy, too. The whole farmable field had weeds grow all over, everywhere there were big and small stones, small branches and humongous stumps. His grandfather left him a shed-like house, some heavy tools and a puppy. It must've been starving since the farm lost his owner and all the cattle.
The 500G was all Jack had left after he hurried to his grandfather's funeral on a jet plane. Depressed, he went to the beach to think things through; To let out the sorrow he felt due to his grandfather's passing and to relax himself. The seagulls danced above him, he could hear them caw. The waves hit the shore softly and gently. Jack could feel the light breeze on his fair and white skin.
Back at home he would have never been able to experience these fleeting moments of gentleness by being one with mother nature. He soaked in the smell of the ocean, basked in the sunlight and thought about his dull life in the town. His parents were often at work and had little to no time to care about him. They provided him with meals and all the necessary stuff to satisfy a human's need. There was nothing more and nothing less. He used all his time to study and graduate. Now he's 21. He'd been thinking about going to university but whether to go or not was a very hard decision to make - at least for him. His grandfather's death was the last cause that changed his life - he is now a farmer.
Still.
Where should he start? What should he do? Why not buy livestock? With them there's no need to feel lonely; they'll be with you and one can gain the most profit with them. But no - they're still too expensive for him. The food they need would cost an entire fortune. The fortune that he doesn't have yet.
Also, everyone's a stranger to him; What are their names? Their jobs? What do they like? While his thoughts were swirling around his head, confusing his already filled mind, someone approached him from behind.
"Hey, what's up?", a voice asked.
It was a masculine one, a husky but gentle voice. Jack hurriedly wiped his tears away, which had flowed at the thought of his beloved's death. The man didn't miss it but tried not to pry.
"Hey, I've never seen you here before! Are you new here?"
"Yeah, I am. I just inherited the Nanako Farm."
"No way, the old farmer is dead?"
"Aren't you a local? Everyone's heard of it by now."
"Oh no, I only come here when it's summer. The other seasons are just too cold for me. Nothing's up at those times. My sympathies though. He was a cheerful one and helped me out lots of times; was exceptional in this village."
"Thanks..."
Silence struck both of them; Jack looked down, returning to his depressed state. The older, tanned man noticed that and grabbed Jack's shoulder with his right hand.
"Hey man, what are you sitting around all depressed for? Sure, he IS your grandfather and I understand how sad you must be now, but life still has to go on! Even if you're shocked and it's painful you still need to continue living, don't you? The farm he managed on his own isn't going to manage itself now."
He grabbed Jack with both his hands on his shoulders now.
"Cheer up, I'll root for you." Jack looked at the stranger's face, eyes still glistening with tears, and looked down at his shoes.
"I'll try."