The sun had just risen over the horizon, spreading its soft golden light across the small village near the waterfall . The faint smell of burning wood and fragrance of wildflowers carried on the cool morning breeze, and the chirping of birds was like a lullaby to the village

  Adam's family lived near the edge of the village, where the fields met the forest. Their small home, made of wood and stone stood against a backdrop of blooming meadows and quite hills. Around their house, Adam's mother had cultivated a little farm, where life was pretty simple yet full of care. The garden was filled with vegetables, herbs and flowers. All tended to with the same love as animals that roamed their yard. Chickens clucked and peaked around the yard, while a pair of goats lazily chewed on grass beside the barn.

  The begin like any other day. Adam, a six years old boy with brown hair and bright eyes, woke to the loud scream of the rooster In their yard. The sun's rays filtered through wooden slats, casting shadows across the stone floor. The scent of bread baking from the kitchen filled the house, it was addicting. Adam's mother's voice hummed through the walls, her constant as the morning itself.

  Little Adam stretched, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor. He paused at the window, looking out over the yard, watching the goats stir and chickens scatter in the morning light. The world felt still and peaceful.

  "Morning Bessie", Adam called to the old goat, who barely acknowledged his presence with a slow bleat as she nibbled on a patch of grass. He smiled and pushed open the window, feeling the cool air rush in.

  " Adam! , Adam! Where are you?" , his mother's voice floated up from the kitchen. A familiar warmth in her tone. "Adam! Come here and help me with the eggs."

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  With a nod , Adam scampered down the stairs, his small feet thudding lightly against the floorboards. His mother stood by the chicken coop, a basket in hand, collecting the day's eggs. The garden behind her was alive with colour - bright greens and yellows, the soil worked well by her hands.

  "you are up early", his mother said, her warm smile always making him feel safe.

  "I couldn't sleep much. I wanted to fish with dada", Adam replied, his eyes lighting up at the thought.

  His mother chuckled ruffling his hair. " You are a good little helper , Adam. Let's get these eggs inside before the chickens decide to keep them to themselves " , she laughs while saying it.

  As they walked back toward the house, the world outside felt solid, steady, like it always had been. Adam's father was already out at the docks, mending nets and preparing for the day’s catch. It was a routine that felt as much a part of the world as the sun itself. Adam’s world, for now, was safe and simple.

  After breakfast, his mother set him to work in the garden, teaching him how to pull weeds and plant seeds. Adam didn’t mind the work it felt natural, part of the rhythm of the day. The smell of fresh soil and herbs lingered in the air, and the sounds of the farm around them created a peaceful symphony. The quiet was interrupted only by the distant bleating of goats or the cluck of chickens.

  By midday, Adam’s father returned, his strong arms carrying the weight of the sea in his nets. He gave Adam a hearty clap on the back, his weathered face breaking into a proud smile. “How’s the garden looking, son?”

  “Good,Dada. We got the potatoes in, and I pulled the weeds.” Said lil Adam with a bright smile on his face.

  “Good work.” His father’s praise was warm, and Adam beamed, feeling like he could do anything with the strength of his father’s words behind him.

  The family sat together to a simple lunch of bread, meat stew and some vegetables. It was quiet, but there was a comfort in the stillness, in the rhythm of their lives. They didn’t need much else; they had each other, and that was enough.

  Later, Adam ventured to the stream near their home. The water was cool and clear, trickling over smooth stones. Adam liked to go there to catch frogs and watch the ripples spread out from his fingertips. He often wondered if there were more to the world beyond their little village, but for now, this stream, this quiet place, felt like everything he needed.

  As he knelt by the water, his reflection rippling on the surface, he felt a sense of calm settle over him. The world felt right here, in this small corner of the earth. The future could wait. Today, everything was still.