"Father, have some water first." Ema, Maria's little sister, said and offered a glass of water to her father the moment he stepped inside their tiny house, as if she was waiting for him to arrive.
"Oh, thank you so much, Ema." Michael uttered and gladly accepted the glass. He first settled on a chair before he downed the water in a few gulps, feeling better now that he had something cold running down his throat. He handed back the glass to his daughter and then removed his hat to comfortably lean his back on the chair.
He had just finished working in the field and, because of his age, he could no longer work as much as he could when he was still young on the field. His body was slowly weakening as he aged. But because his daughters were still too young to help, he was enduring the back pain that he was getting from too much bending down his body.
"Father." Ema called again and reached out for her father's arm in worry.
