My name is Dimitra and I am a farmer. People adore me because I taught them how to cultivate the land. "You are a goddess," they tell me. I laugh. I like to laugh. And when I laugh, all of nature laughs with me, blossoms, fills with green, fills with colors and scents. When spring comes, it tells the earth: "Wake up, wake up." And the earth wakes up and is ready to bear fruit. And if you plant a few wheat seeds in the soil, the field fills with golden ears waving in the breeze. Of all the seasons, I love spring the most. In spring, everything begins again from the start. The snow melts and disappears, the waters nourish the earth, and the seeds hidden inside it swell and sprout. The trees grow green leaves, and I step onto the doorstep and wait. I wait for my daughter, who is away. Her name is Persephone. Every spring she comes. Alone, without her unbearable husband.