Today at around 2 pm my father called me. At first, I thought it was just one of our usual calls, the small c…

Today at around 2 pm my father called me. At first, I thought it was just one of our usual calls, the small check-ins we do almost every day. We don’t live together anymore, so he often calls to ask if I’ve eaten, what I’m up to, just to make sure everything’s okay But today, he didn’t call for that. He told me that in about an hour, we were going to harvest the corn And I just froze for a second, like, what the fuck? Tomorrow was supposed to be the day for that. I had already made my schedule, planned everything around it, trying to squeeze in as much work as possible today so that tomorrow I could just go all in with the harvest So yeah, I got pissed. I hate when plans change last minute, especially after we’ve already talked about them Anyway, I went. And when we got to the field, he told me we were going to harvest everything today. I thought, fine, at least that means tomorrow I’ll be free to work on my stuff Now it’s 9 pm It’s been dark for almost three hours, and we’ve been working under lighters just to see what we’re doing. And we didn’t finish. Tomorrow we have to come back and do it all over again So yeah, it fucked me up a bit. I’ve been on the field the whole day, that’s why I wasn’t active anywhere. And tomorrow will probably look the same I’ve been thinking a lot while working. I picked up around 200 bags of corn myself today, each one weighing about 40 or 50 kg. My back hurts, I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m just tired as fuck. But it is what it is Now we’re about to finish, I’ll drive the people who helped us home, eat something, maybe try to finish the thing I started this morning, and then go to sleep. Because tomorrow morning it all starts again🌹