Saints, the Guarding Shadows Part I

A Wheat Field

A woman with a wrinkled face was taking off her headscarf and wiping out the sweat. With a weary expression, she looked at the little son who was helping her to reap this year's crops.

"Are you tired yet, Macro? Just rest for a moment if you cannot do it anymore,” the young lady said in a caring tone. The emotions in her eyes were loving.

"It is alright, Mother. Just a little more, we will finish harvesting this farm. It will only take us a little while then we'll be able to rest fully.” the fifteen-year-old boy said with a smile. Although harvesting crops was difficult, his face looked happy.

"Alright then let's continue to work," the woman smilingly said.

They worked diligently to harvest the wheat. Their family was an ordinary farming family. The young woman's husband worked at a steel mill in the village. She and her son were harvesting the produce of the year.