During the holiday, my family helped my mother with her garlic farming. My husband and son evenly spread 20 kilograms of fertilizer across the wide field. Despite sweating under the sun all morning, my son said, “It must have been so tough for Grandma to farm all alone.” Seeing her grandson working so earnestly with a bright smile, my mother was filled with gratitude and joy. As I watched my son walking home beside his grandma after finishing the work, his small, sturdy back looked both admirable and deeply endearing.
