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When John got home, he noticed that the vegetable garden was fully planted, each row neatly arranged, which made him realize that there was nothing more he could do to help in the field. Letting out a sigh, he entered the house, which was still in a bit of a mess. “Mom! I'm home!” John shouts with a light tone of enthusiasm, dropping his heavy backpack in the corner of the room. The fatigue of the long walk still catches up with him, but the familiar warmth welcomes him. “John, you took your time. I was worried,” replies his mother, appearing from the kitchen with a look of mild concern. “Oh, you don't have to worry so much, Mom. What could possibly happen to me out here, at this end of the world?” John smiles, trying to relieve the tension, as he throws himself down on the sofa. His mother, although calmed by the comment, remains silent for a moment, as if something is bothering her. “Even so, you should let me know if it's going to take so long... And all that sweat, where have