Janna wore an old sweatshirt with stains over her top, and her jeans had also seen better days. There’s a major rip in the back and holes all over the sides, but she’s got shoes to cover her feet. She also wrapped her head with a big scarf to block the heat coming from the sun.
“Janna, are you sure about this? It’s scorching hot in there, and you’re not used to it!”
“I’ll be fine, Ma.”
“I’m just worried because you’re not used to it,” she said.
By all means, her mother was right. She wasn’t used to planting rice under the intense heat of the sun, but she had nothing else to do. She was bored, and most of her friends would be there too. Aside from that, the rice field belonged to Frederick Quileopas, and she learned that Anthony would us
