I Believe Hard Work Pays Off
I believe hard work pays off. My precious parents taught me that belief. I commenced to go farming with my parents in the lazy, hazy summertime.Every day in the early morning my dad would intentionally wake me up everyday at six o’clock. Waking up in the morning always happened to occur like this, my aquarium blue curtain hadn’t been tie up yet, my alarm hadn’t rung yet, and my older sisters hadn’t woke up yet.Surprisingly, yes, that is my daily routine. It kills me because I’ve spending my good gracious summer every morning just going to the farm instead of a life like a teenager would spent over the summer.
Immediately, when I got out of the car, I was aware of the ground in case if there were any muds or any puddles. Technically, the ground were always muddy and sticky because of the sprinkler. Then my parents instantly demand me to wear the heavy leather boots so I won’t slip or get dirty easily. Everytime I take a step, my boots causes the clop clop and splak splak noises. Sometimes I even feel like I’m smashing big insects without knowing because of my heavy leather boot.
When we start farming we had to crouch and pluck out the bad roots and throw it in the brown basket; then we inserted the new seeds into the soil row by row.As you know, farming had nothing to do with fun. It’s all about working and working and working which feels like it’s never going to end. Just like a parallel line, it goes on forever.I tried to enjoy farming but then each day it just becomes more downhill, boring.
Subsequently, I complained to my dad. “Dad why do you guys work so hard for this? It’s so tiring.” My dad responded. “Thung, have you ever heard of hard work pays off?” I replied, “ Yeah.” My dad responded back, “Then keep that in mind because later in your future you will be facing many hard things, unexpectedly, but you will have to keep going forward and break through it.” He gave me a grinned, “Just believe me that hard work does pays off.”
Beats me, I felt like
Immediately, when I got out of the car, I was aware of the ground in case if there were any muds or any puddles. Technically, the ground were always muddy and sticky because of the sprinkler. Then my parents instantly demand me to wear the heavy leather boots so I won’t slip or get dirty easily. Everytime I take a step, my boots causes the clop clop and splak splak noises. Sometimes I even feel like I’m smashing big insects without knowing because of my heavy leather boot.
When we start farming we had to crouch and pluck out the bad roots and throw it in the brown basket; then we inserted the new seeds into the soil row by row.As you know, farming had nothing to do with fun. It’s all about working and working and working which feels like it’s never going to end. Just like a parallel line, it goes on forever.I tried to enjoy farming but then each day it just becomes more downhill, boring.
Subsequently, I complained to my dad. “Dad why do you guys work so hard for this? It’s so tiring.” My dad responded. “Thung, have you ever heard of hard work pays off?” I replied, “ Yeah.” My dad responded back, “Then keep that in mind because later in your future you will be facing many hard things, unexpectedly, but you will have to keep going forward and break through it.” He gave me a grinned, “Just believe me that hard work does pays off.”
Beats me, I felt like