El rayo de sol que se filtraba entre las ramas del ĂĄrbol debajo del cual me encontraba tomando la siesta me hizo despertar de sĂșbito.
El calor y la humedad en el ambiente eran desesperantes, hacĂan apenas las 11 de la mañana y la temperatura parecĂa elevarse por encima de los 40° C.
Rebusque entre mis bolsillos en busca de alguna golosina con la ilusión de llevarme algo delicioso a la boca. Pero, al contrario, solo encontré una vieja factura de un cepillo de dientes.
Todo a mi alrededor era nuevo, la vida en la granja era algo a lo que aĂșn no me acostumbraba, pero intentaba amoldarme lo mejor posible.
DespuĂ©s de todo, la granja fue la herencia que me dejo mi abuelo, recuerdo sus palabras cuando me entrego aquella carta y me dijo que pronto necesaria escapar de todo aquello que conocĂa y que en ese sobre, quizĂĄs estarĂa la respuesta.
Me sentĂ un poco desconsolado cuando mi abuelo falleciĂł, sin embargo, recordĂ© aquella carta que me habĂa dejado y decidĂ leerla, buscando algĂșn tipo de consuelo que llenara su ausencia.
En su carta, mi abuelo hablaba de sus experiencias de vida en la granja, decĂa que no era un trabajo fĂĄcil, pero que tendrĂa frutos, que sabĂa que era algo completamente distinto a lo que habĂa estudiado, pero que la vida campestre tenĂa cierto encanto que termina por enamorarte. Junto a la carta, se encontraban los papeles de propiedad de la granja que me acreditaban a mĂ como su legĂtimo dueño.
Cuando leĂ la carta, comencĂ© a recordar todas las vacaciones que vivimos en la granja del abuelo. Recuerdo que las piñas mĂĄs dulces y la leche mĂĄs fresca eran las de la granja, y sin dudarlo, comencĂ© a ilusionarme sobre como serĂa mi nueva vida y todo aquello que dejarĂa atrĂĄs.
Mi familia no estaba de acuerdo con mi decisiĂłn, pero decidieron no interferir. La que parecĂa estar mĂĄs afectada era mi madre, decĂa que no entendĂa como mi tĂtulo de abogado, los postgrados y el doctorado que hice me servirĂan acĂĄ en la granja.
Los primeros dĂas, sin duda, han sido los mĂĄs difĂciles. El anciano Lewis suele visitarme de vez en cuando para aconsejarme y darme una mano con las tareas menores de la granja.
En momentos como este, donde me encuentro recostado en un saco de maĂz para descansar, suelo preguntarme si de verdad fue una buena decisiĂłn haber abandonado todo y comenzar de nuevo aquĂ, sin embargo, no dejo que estos pensamientos me atormenten.
âCreo que ya ha sido mucho descanso por hoy.â Le digo a Charlotte el cerdo que me observa desde su corral mientras me ato la trenza de los zapatos.âSigamos trabajando Charlotte.
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The ray of sunlight filtering through the branches of the tree under which I was taking a nap made me wake up suddenly.
The heat and humidity in the air were desperate, it was only 11 o'clock in the morning and the temperature seemed to be rising above 40° C.
I rummaged through my pockets in search of some candy with the illusion of putting something delicious in my mouth. But, on the contrary, I only found an old toothbrush bill.
Everything around me was new, life on the farm was something I wasn't used to yet, but I was trying to adjust as best I could.
After all, the farm was the inheritance that my grandfather left me, I remember his words when he gave me that letter and told me that soon I would need to escape from everything I knew and that in that envelope, maybe the answer would be in there.
I felt a little heartbroken when my grandfather passed away, however, I remembered that letter he had left me and decided to read it, looking for some kind of comfort to fill his absence.
In his letter, my grandfather talked about his experiences of life on the farm, he said that it was not an easy job, but that it would bear fruit, that he knew it was something completely different from what he had studied, but that country life had a certain charm that ends up making you fall in love with it. Along with the letter were the ownership papers of the farm that credited me as its rightful owner.
When I read the letter, I began to remember all the vacations we lived on Grandpa's farm. I remembered that the sweetest pineapples and the freshest milk were from the farm, and without hesitation, I began to get excited about what my new life would be like and all that I would leave behind.
My family did not agree with my decision, but decided not to interfere. The one who seemed to be most affected was my mother, who said she did not understand how my law degree, postgraduate studies and the doctorate I had earned would be of any use to me here on the farm.
The first few days, without a doubt, have been the hardest. Elder Lewis visits me from time to time to give me advice and a hand with the menial tasks on the farm.
At times like this, where I find myself lying down on a sack of corn to rest, I often wonder if it was really a good decision to have given up everything and start over here, however, I don't let these thoughts torment me.
â I think I've had enough rest for today âI say to Charlotte the pig who watches me from her pen as I tie the braid on my shoesâ Let's keep working, Charlotte.
