Opps! I accidentally love you

Chapter 2

[Dear Mom,

I hope this letter finds you well. It feels like an eternity since I last wrote to you—thirty years, perhaps? I know I've made mistakes in the past, and for that, I am truly sorry.

I am reaching out to ask for your forgiveness and to share something very important to me. My daughter, Orm, has a deep passion for farming like you, mother. I would be incredibly grateful if you could take her under your wing and guide her in pursuing her dream.

Please consider her not just as my daughter, but as your granddaughter. I know that with your love and wisdom, she can learn so much from you.

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my past wrongs. Your support would mean the world to both Orm and me.

With all my respect and love, 
Pravith]

Ling read the letter out loud for grandma Sari.

"Pravith? Pravith who? Why have I never heard Grandma talk about him before?" Ling asked her showed that she is curious.

"He is my oldest son. I expected him to take over my work on the farm, but he disappointed me by running away and stealing the money I had saved. I was so poor at the time, and I meant to use that money to buy land for him to make a living," Grandma Sari explained.

"Oh, Khun Pravith? That's the one Grandma told me not to mention to him that grandpa passed away, right?" Nanny Aomm joined in the conversation, her tone thoughtful.

"Since he decided to run away and never think about getting in touch, why should we bother with him?" Grandma Sari replied, her voice laced with bitterness.

Ling noticed the hurt in her grandmother's eyes and felt a pang of concern. Without hesitation, she crawled on her knees to Grandma Sari, her movements deliberate and respectful.

"Were you really that angry?" Ling asked, looking up at her grandmother with wide, caring eyes.

"At the time, I was so disappointed and angry that I cut off all relations with him," Grandma Sari said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I didn't let him come back home. When your grandfather died, I refused to let him return for the funeral."

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In Orm's cozy kitchen, the aroma of fresh vegetables filled the air as she helped her mother cut greens for dinner. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board was soothing, but Orm's mind was elsewhere.

"Grandma cut off relations with you like this, and I have no hope now," she said, glancing up at her father as he leaned against the counter. "She won't forgive me or accept me to work on the farm. I think I should just go find a job tomorrow."

Her father shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face. "Come on! Take it easy. It's only been four or five days. I doubt Grandma has even received the letter yet."

Orm rolled her eyes playfully. "Dad... what if Grandma hasn't received it yet or just threw it in the trash?"She tried to joke, but a hint of disappointment lingered in her voice.

"With your qualifications and determination, I truly believe you can change her mind," her dad replied, stepping closer. "Grandma loves the land so much; she will surely appreciate someone who wants to make a living from it. Trust me."

Orm looked up, her father's words igniting a flicker of hope within her. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely," he said, nodding firmly. "You have her spirit in you. Just give it time, and show her how passionate you are." A smile spread across Orm's face, her heart lightening.
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