Walking inside the greenhouse, I was immediately greeted by the subtle warmth and the earthy scent of soil. I knelt down near the neat row where we had recently planted cabbage seeds. Tiny buds were peeking out from the dark soil—fragile, green sprouts curling upward like little fingers reaching for light. It wasn't a groundbreaking discovery, but for us, it was hope. A quiet yet powerful sign that with the right experiments and the carefully maintained artificial environment, we could actually grow stable food here—something fresh, something real.
As I gently brushed the soil around one of the sprouts, a small pair of feet padded over beside me.
"Mommy, see! The little cabbage is peeking from the soil!" Ashley knelt down beside me, her eyes sparkling with excitement and wonder. Her tiny finger pointed at the delicate sprout like she had just found treasure.
