Madison was a typical teenager growing up in Việt Nam, with a poor family. She is only 16, but yet she has already completed as much school as she can. You see, if she was at school she could not help with the farm. If she could not help with the farm, her parents would not finish in time before typhoon season rolled around and could kill the crops.
Day after day, she would go out to the field very early in the morning just before the sun came up to pick the rice. She was a beautiful lady, standing at only 5’2" with olive colored skin and black hair that will fit in a nicely made bun. Madison would be in the rice field straight through until lunchtime. Her father was out in the field turning over the soil after the rice was picked to make sure the soil would be ready for next year. Her mother was in the field for a while, then go inside to get some lunch ready for all 3 of them to eat. After lunch, they were right back out picking more rice and turning over the soil.
Madison heard something that was rare in her part of town. A car. The car pulled up in their driveway. She looked up then looked at her father. Her mother and father didn’t seem to notice since they were way out in the field and she was the closest to the house. Madison started to walk over toward the vehicle.