Harvest Moon Fan Fic
Chapter Two
In the meantime, his father was in the car, driving back to Mineral Town, he was just talking to himself in a whisper, "I can't believe I finally saw my dad once more...I don't even know how I recognized him...I still wonder why he left the family...well yea, my brother still talks to him...Oh, just forget this, I think it up when I get there," he finished with a sigh, not knowing how to tell his father.
So Jack is off, running through the tall sea green grass, and examining the dawdling, peaceful crystal clear water flow downhill. He spent most of his time chasing leaves that were blown off the ground with a soft sound of a swish. Then he went to the top of the mountain to the left side of the town, and lays down, feeling the wild wheat plant brush against his rose scarlet cheek. He stared up into the dazzling, light blue sky, with white puffy and feathery clouds floating in the air. Out of the blue, he heard his name echoing up the mountain from below, sounded like his father is back, so he ran down, practically flied down the mountain path, a dirt, light brown path leading him straight to the gigantic farm.
"Hi daddy!" Jack yelled right when he got there, huffing and puffing as he walked across the farm in a slow motion, his power was all drained because of running down the mountain.
"Hi Jack, look at you, you look like you are so happy, like the first time in about three years," his father commented, looking as joyful as he can be. Jack just looked at him and shrugged. Jack saw the old man standing at the door of the gigantic house.
"Your things are in the house already, we thought we'd let you stay up there longer, to enjoy the fresh, crisp air," the old man stated, "it's getting late, you should go inside and I'll be right up with in just a minute, just want to talk to your dad."
"Ok. Bye daddy!" he said as he is walking into the big wooden house. He opened the smooth, brown colored wood; the adults don't know that he left a small crack at the door to hear what they are going to talk about.
"So, I was just wondering why you said yes when I asked if Jack can stay on this farm," the old man commented.
"Well, first, tell me about your past," he commented immediately.
"Sure, for one big thing, I left my family, but I still talk to my oldest son, Ryan," the old man answered, wondering why he asked.
"Then look at me and see if you recognize me!" he yelled, little crystal clear tears were forming in his eye, which looked like a little white frozen drops of water.
"I know, I know, you're my son, I know that," he said, then Jack's father froze, his past flashed in front of him, when his father left, and it took them a long time to get money to live well. Jack got so surprised that he almost pushed the door wide open, but they didn't notice the movement back at the house.
"Why did you walk out of the house? We had so many problems after you left!" he said as tears fell out of his eye sliding down his cheek, looking up at the old man.
"No...not like that at all, I knew you were going to say that. The Jewelry Company needed me to go to a mining place to dig for diamonds. I went because we were short on money, and they say they would pay me a really good price. But I didn't know it would take me years, but I finally found a diamond as big as my head deep into the mining cave. I got paid about enough money to live for my whole life. At those years I wrote letters but they all were returned back to me... I didn't know why. Then finally the boss let me go home. But then when I returned home, no one was there, and I told you guys to wait for me. Then a few days later, Ryan somehow knew that I was going to be back that day and we started talking about your mom, you, and how the family is. But when I heard that your mom died with a very terrible disease, so I just couldn't face you, I knew you were going to be furious at me for leaving, but now you know, I'm sorry," he ended taking a big breath, looking at the ground with a depressed look.
Jack couldn't believe it, he had wished to meet his grandfather about two years ago, but his mom just wouldn't let him, then wishing he didn't hear anymore, he closed the door and sat inside, thinking to himself. "I just wanted to see you again," Jack's father replied.
"Now that you see me, your wish had come true," he commented, "now, I have to go inside and get my grandson to his room, come by at another day, I'll tell you what I did after Ryan told me that." And he walked off towards the house, Jack's father going back to his car, still confused, but he was happy he saw him after twenty-five years.
So his grandfather walked into the house to find Jack, sitting so quietly on the wooden, cushioned sofa in the big living room, just fiddling with his fingers. "So I think you've heard, I am your grandfather, I was so happy when I saw you, sitting on the ground there this afternoon," he said, sitting next to him as he speak.
"You know, daddy isn't the only one that's happy, I am too, I have wished and wished so many times that I would see you someday in the rest of my life, I'm just happy that father and you got to talk to each other, not yelling at each other," he replied, looking a little happier.
"For a little kid like you, you can really talk," he commented, patting his head, "so, let me show you to your room, it's nice and big and comfy." So they went to the second floor, and Jack glanced into the open door. In the room has a light blue colored king sized bed, and a mirror, a drawer, a closet, and everything that you can imagine in a big, shiny, white bedroom. "There is the things that your father packed for you," he said, pointing toward the corner of the room, there was two large bags and one small bag, "go ahead and unpack, I'll be cooking in the kitchen, HA, just imagine me burning my finger, don't worry, I cook VERY professionally." He smiled back, and finally going down the stairs.
Jack didn't really want to unpack, his feelings were mixed now that he knows his grandfather, he wonders why he didn't go see dad when he came back from that mining thing. He thought for a while, but then he thinks that he should really go and unpack.
He went and opened the small duffle bag first, and found some toys and stuffed animals, and his favorite blanket neatly folded on the bottom of the duffle bag. Next, he opened the dark gray sports bag, filled with many pairs of socks, a pair of dirty sneakers, several sets of clothes and pants, and then he wondered what was in the other blue sports bag. Well, of course, he thought, it was filled with many different books, which was the books for summer school, he wondered why his father even brought it here, and oh...he thought, of course it was my mom who wanted him to bring the books. It's not that he doesn't like reading books, but sometimes his mom gets him really annoyed by only buying him educational books. Then he found a little black rectangle box, he sighed with relief, his dad remembered to pack the flute for him. Then he neatly put everything away in this new room of his, and walked to the window, looking across the old white barn, the tiny coop, and the enormous farm, beyond to the mountains.
Chapter Two
In the meantime, his father was in the car, driving back to Mineral Town, he was just talking to himself in a whisper, "I can't believe I finally saw my dad once more...I don't even know how I recognized him...I still wonder why he left the family...well yea, my brother still talks to him...Oh, just forget this, I think it up when I get there," he finished with a sigh, not knowing how to tell his father.
So Jack is off, running through the tall sea green grass, and examining the dawdling, peaceful crystal clear water flow downhill. He spent most of his time chasing leaves that were blown off the ground with a soft sound of a swish. Then he went to the top of the mountain to the left side of the town, and lays down, feeling the wild wheat plant brush against his rose scarlet cheek. He stared up into the dazzling, light blue sky, with white puffy and feathery clouds floating in the air. Out of the blue, he heard his name echoing up the mountain from below, sounded like his father is back, so he ran down, practically flied down the mountain path, a dirt, light brown path leading him straight to the gigantic farm.
"Hi daddy!" Jack yelled right when he got there, huffing and puffing as he walked across the farm in a slow motion, his power was all drained because of running down the mountain.
"Hi Jack, look at you, you look like you are so happy, like the first time in about three years," his father commented, looking as joyful as he can be. Jack just looked at him and shrugged. Jack saw the old man standing at the door of the gigantic house.
"Your things are in the house already, we thought we'd let you stay up there longer, to enjoy the fresh, crisp air," the old man stated, "it's getting late, you should go inside and I'll be right up with in just a minute, just want to talk to your dad."
"Ok. Bye daddy!" he said as he is walking into the big wooden house. He opened the smooth, brown colored wood; the adults don't know that he left a small crack at the door to hear what they are going to talk about.
"So, I was just wondering why you said yes when I asked if Jack can stay on this farm," the old man commented.
"Well, first, tell me about your past," he commented immediately.
"Sure, for one big thing, I left my family, but I still talk to my oldest son, Ryan," the old man answered, wondering why he asked.
"Then look at me and see if you recognize me!" he yelled, little crystal clear tears were forming in his eye, which looked like a little white frozen drops of water.
"I know, I know, you're my son, I know that," he said, then Jack's father froze, his past flashed in front of him, when his father left, and it took them a long time to get money to live well. Jack got so surprised that he almost pushed the door wide open, but they didn't notice the movement back at the house.
"Why did you walk out of the house? We had so many problems after you left!" he said as tears fell out of his eye sliding down his cheek, looking up at the old man.
"No...not like that at all, I knew you were going to say that. The Jewelry Company needed me to go to a mining place to dig for diamonds. I went because we were short on money, and they say they would pay me a really good price. But I didn't know it would take me years, but I finally found a diamond as big as my head deep into the mining cave. I got paid about enough money to live for my whole life. At those years I wrote letters but they all were returned back to me... I didn't know why. Then finally the boss let me go home. But then when I returned home, no one was there, and I told you guys to wait for me. Then a few days later, Ryan somehow knew that I was going to be back that day and we started talking about your mom, you, and how the family is. But when I heard that your mom died with a very terrible disease, so I just couldn't face you, I knew you were going to be furious at me for leaving, but now you know, I'm sorry," he ended taking a big breath, looking at the ground with a depressed look.
Jack couldn't believe it, he had wished to meet his grandfather about two years ago, but his mom just wouldn't let him, then wishing he didn't hear anymore, he closed the door and sat inside, thinking to himself. "I just wanted to see you again," Jack's father replied.
"Now that you see me, your wish had come true," he commented, "now, I have to go inside and get my grandson to his room, come by at another day, I'll tell you what I did after Ryan told me that." And he walked off towards the house, Jack's father going back to his car, still confused, but he was happy he saw him after twenty-five years.
So his grandfather walked into the house to find Jack, sitting so quietly on the wooden, cushioned sofa in the big living room, just fiddling with his fingers. "So I think you've heard, I am your grandfather, I was so happy when I saw you, sitting on the ground there this afternoon," he said, sitting next to him as he speak.
"You know, daddy isn't the only one that's happy, I am too, I have wished and wished so many times that I would see you someday in the rest of my life, I'm just happy that father and you got to talk to each other, not yelling at each other," he replied, looking a little happier.
"For a little kid like you, you can really talk," he commented, patting his head, "so, let me show you to your room, it's nice and big and comfy." So they went to the second floor, and Jack glanced into the open door. In the room has a light blue colored king sized bed, and a mirror, a drawer, a closet, and everything that you can imagine in a big, shiny, white bedroom. "There is the things that your father packed for you," he said, pointing toward the corner of the room, there was two large bags and one small bag, "go ahead and unpack, I'll be cooking in the kitchen, HA, just imagine me burning my finger, don't worry, I cook VERY professionally." He smiled back, and finally going down the stairs.
Jack didn't really want to unpack, his feelings were mixed now that he knows his grandfather, he wonders why he didn't go see dad when he came back from that mining thing. He thought for a while, but then he thinks that he should really go and unpack.
He went and opened the small duffle bag first, and found some toys and stuffed animals, and his favorite blanket neatly folded on the bottom of the duffle bag. Next, he opened the dark gray sports bag, filled with many pairs of socks, a pair of dirty sneakers, several sets of clothes and pants, and then he wondered what was in the other blue sports bag. Well, of course, he thought, it was filled with many different books, which was the books for summer school, he wondered why his father even brought it here, and oh...he thought, of course it was my mom who wanted him to bring the books. It's not that he doesn't like reading books, but sometimes his mom gets him really annoyed by only buying him educational books. Then he found a little black rectangle box, he sighed with relief, his dad remembered to pack the flute for him. Then he neatly put everything away in this new room of his, and walked to the window, looking across the old white barn, the tiny coop, and the enormous farm, beyond to the mountains.