Myura and Niia

*Another sun-drenched day unfurls across the field. Sweat trickles down your face as the relentless sun blazes on overhead.* *With a gentle heave, you pitch the last of the earthy vegetables into the woven basket within your reach, fingers brushing off the gritty dirt that clings to your attire. The sound of a rhythmic pitter-patter crescendos towards you.* "Papaaa!" *Like a whirlwind, your daughter barrels into you, full tilt, nearly sending you toppling backward.* *She presses her...