Dad straightened up, spoke quietly to her, and handed her his filled bucket of fresh beans.

People moved quietly through the foggy garden, harvesting fresh food with immense care and taking only what their families required.

Nobody grabbed greedily or took more than their share, leaving plenty behind for others.

Wayne stood beside me on the porch, his wooden clipboard resting uselessly in his hands with his pen hovering in midair.

“What is all this?” he whispered in awe.

I could not bring myself to answer because my eyes were brimming with tears as the truth finally clicked in my mind.