Jacob hung up the phone in disgust. His wife Dru hurried from the kitchen. "Jacob, who were you shouting at?" Jacob, flushed with anger, replied "Your son has decided not to sell that farm that your cousin Jesse left to him." Dru looked surprise. "He hasn't?" "Instead your son wants to run that farm. Can you believe that! He's declining McKillop's offer to be a partner in his firm to be a farmer." Jacob raged. Dru excused herself and decided to leave Jacob to his raging.
It was a beautiful autumn afternoon; Dru took a walk to the park where she could do some thinking about her boy, Philip. She agreed with Jacob that Philip knew nothing about farming and perhaps an even bigger one by not accepting that McKillop's offer. All that thinking and walking wearies out a person, Dru sat down on one of the park benches. The more she thought it, the more Jacob seem right. Then, a memory came to her.
Philip, seven years old, handing his mother his class project- some herbs that he grew in class. She remember his smile, something that she hasn't seen lately. Soon, that memory was replaced by another one. This time, Philip and some of his friends formed a cleanup committee to clean up the local park. She recalled Philip and herself shopping for flower seeds to plant in some locations of the park.
It was then that Dru remembered her beloved grandmother, who loved to tell her make-believe stories. Her favorite was "The HopeEaters."
"Drussie, my girl." Her grandmother used to say. "There are some people you got to watch out for. A bunch of sickos. Most of all, beware of the HopeEaters. They come in all shapes and forms. Some you will recognized as being a friend, family, neighbor, or even enemy. Others will be strangers. Their goal in life is to eat away your hope and dreams. To make your life as meaningless as theirs. You will grow bitter if you listen to their words."
Dru used to interpret her grandmother with what does a HopeEater look like if they looked like everyone.
"Listen to their words. HopeEaters like to say words like "Can't do this. It's too hard." It you heard negative words like that, stay away. Let them keep their negatives and you work on the positives." Dru smiled as the memory linger on. She got off the bench and went straight home.
Jacob was in the kitchen, eating leftover lasagna.
"Where have you been?" He asked, somewhat relaxed. Dru told him everything, especially about her grandmother's tales. Jacob looked complex
"You think I'm a HopeEater?"
"Yes. If you don't support our son in his decision."
"Dru, I want the best for him. I don't him to suffer unnecessary pains if he doesn't have to."
"I know that. Philip loves that old farm and I know he will make it a success."
" With the help of those who loved him."
Jacob got up from his chair.
"Where are you going?" asked Du.
"To call Philip. To let him know that his old man will stand by him."