At the start of summer, the villagers of Satarara were busy working. Everyone was out in the rice fields to start planting rice, including the Laus family of three men, who remained enthusiastic despite the sweat pouring down their faces.
The summer sun was scorching hot, but the Laus family, who were farm laborers and their two children, didn't complain at all. Working as farm laborers was their primary source of income, allowing them to make ends meet.
"Dad, take a break. Drink some water so you don't get dehydrated," said Leo, Laus's eldest son, handing his father a water bottle.
Laus shook his head slowly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "It's okay, son. We have to finish this plot today. Tomorrow we have to move to the next rice field," he replied, his voice steady, though his breathing was a little labored.
Leo took a deep breath. He knew his father's stubbornness when it came to work. "Okay, Dad. But if you feel dizzy, take a break."
