Future sight
The golden sunlight bathed the expansive fields as Adam's voice echoed across the open landscape. "Father! I brought your lunch!" he called out, his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound. In the distance, Adam's father, Ricky, straightened up from where he had been working in the soil. A wide-brimmed hat shielded his face from the sun, though his warm smile was clearly visible even from afar. He raised a hand in acknowledgment, his other hand gripping a spade caked with dirt. His loose clothing—a simple, light-colored tunic and trousers typical of the villagers—was streaked with mud from his work. Despite the sweat on his brow and the dust clinging to his clothes, his demeanor was relaxed, almost cheerful. Adam approached, the crunch of his footsteps muted by the soft earth beneath him. As he drew closer, Ricky's smile widened. It was clear from the fondness in his eyes that he adored his youngest son. Like the rest of the family, Ricky had a soft sp...