One morning, as I was walking to the community center, I ran into Mila, one of our farmers.
"Morning, Bella," she said, her usual cheerful smile somewhat strained.
"Good morning, Mila," I replied. "Is everything okay? You seem worried."
Mila hesitated, then sighed. "It's just... I've been thinking about what Mr. Roth said. About opportunities for our children."
I felt my heart sink. "Mila, you know we're working on creating more opportunities here. The entrepreneurship program, the online university courses-"
"I know, I know," Mila interrupted. "And don't get me wrong, I love what we've built here. But sometimes I wonder if we're limiting ourselves. My daughter, she wants to be a doctor. Can she do that here?"
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "We might not have a
