POV EMMA
The cold water from the shower ran through my hair as Bobby and I emerged from the back of the house, our bodies still enveloped in the refreshing sensation of the bath. The midday sun welcomed us with its warmth as we walked towards the porch, where my mother, Jacelyn, was already preparing lunch.
“Emma, Bobby!” My mother greeted us with a warm smile, the tempting scent of food lingering in the air. “How was the shower?”
“Much better than any city shower,” Bobby replied, running his hand through his wet hair.
We sat at the weathered wooden table, ready to enjoy the meal lovingly prepared by my mother. She looked at Bobby, curious. “So, Bobby, what do you think of the farm so far?”
Bobby smiled, looking around. “It's incredible, Mrs. Williams. I never thought farm work could
