I remember being like that once. I thought the city was everything, that our way of life was backward and boring. 💔 But somewhere along the way, I came home. I started to see the beauty in it. And now I can't imagine living any other way.

The thing is, I can't force her to understand. I can't make her love this place the way I do. 🌾 And maybe that's okay. Maybe her path is different from mine.

My grandmother told me not to worry, that some people find their way home eventually. That maybe my cousin needs to go to the city, needs to try that life, before she understands what she was missing. 🌻

I hope she's right. I hope she comes back someday and sees it the way I do.

Will the next generation understand what we're trying to hold onto? 🤔