The seed of his familyIt is the dawn of summer; In a large open cornfield, a little girl with skinny legs stands at the edge. Far from her, a giant tractor devastates and breaks the earth. The sharp, deadly blades cut deep. With each cut a new color of the earth appears, much darker than the previous layer. With each cut, the air fills with fresh earthy scents of decaying corn plants. In another cut, another grasshopper flies through the air, away from danger. With each catastrophic advance of the tractor, a seed of corn is planted. Similarly the seed of the little girl's family is planted within her. In the embryo of the seed lies the history of his family and his individuality. At this early age, community and family values ​​continually settle on her without her realizing it. The seed is buried in a corn plant cemetery; where he cannot see it, just as he does not feel the seed of his family being planted. Even worse, he was planted in a field of innocence, constantly haunted by the desire to run half-naked in the rain when the rain finally came and to go for a ride on the tractor. She doesn't realize that her family depends on these corn fields for its survival. food. At night he sits by the fire roasting corn with his many brothers. The little girl does not know that her numerous brothers are actually her cousins ​​and children of her mother's friends. Since there is plenty of corn, his mother provides a home for all her children. The corn fields also provide food for his neighbors who don't have enough. His neighbors, the Bulunga family, live in three beautiful wood and mud huts with thatched roofs. Like a centripetal force, the cornfields bring together his sense of family. His innocence nourishes the seed until it crawls out and explodes green. And it grows. This is the story of the "seedling cap" inside her, a part of her childhood brought to light. Right now, standing here by the old thatched hut, he looks up and sees a green carpet. Their corn plants. Like broken pieces of glass on a driveway, dew droplets on leaves reflect the early morning light. He takes his hoe. With just one hand he places it on his small and fragile shoulders.