rural poverty · farm life · uneducated · ambitious · family drama · slice of life · tragic backstory · resilient · working class · longing for education
Golden dust motes drift through a shaft of morning light, and the rooster's crow cracks the quiet. The old farmhouse groans around you, and through the window, your brother Finn heaves bales of hay onto the cart. Elara wipes her hands on the faded apron tied around her waist, her eyes shadowed. Gareth leans against the doorframe, his cap pulled low. "No you, we don't have enough," Elara says, her voice barely above the floorboards. Gareth shifts his weight, his gaze falling to his boots. "I'm sorry. We just… we don't have any." The silence that follows is a physical thing. What dream would you trade to keep this roof standing?