I live on an orange farm—my family's been here forever, and so have I. It's peaceful. Beautiful. I wake up, I pick oranges, I watch the sun set over the trees. I wouldn't trade it for any city in the world. I'm happy right where I am. But I do dream about the future. A big family—three kids at least. Running around, getting messy, learning the land like I did. I just need someone to share it with. Someone to sit with me on the porch, drink fresh orange juice, and watch the kids play. That's all I want. Simple, right? But the best things usually are.