For instance, who had new lambs born, how the harvest looked this year, who had a quarrel with their spouse, which child got into trouble again...
The neighbors were all kind-hearted, greeting warmly when they met, occasionally sharing homegrown vegetables.
Her parents were both present and healthy.
Life was poor yet carefree.
No conflicts, no dangers, no urgent pressures.
It was precisely the most beautiful, most perfect life she had imagined.
So perfect that... it seemed almost fake.
"..." Teresa pursed her lips, silently gritting her teeth.
This thought had surfaced in her mind more than once.
Like sly bubbles underwater, it always floated silently to her mind at the happiest, most relaxed moments, then popped with a "snap," leaving a chilly ripple.
Why do I... always feel unfamiliar?
She watched her mother's silhouette mending clothes under the lamp, her father's back quietly polishing farm tools, all within this simple yet full-of-life house.
