A Life Lived in Hundreds

Twilight was practically bouncing. ‘B! That’s so good, a B, I’m so proud!’
Trees scrolled by on either side. They were getting ripe; time to harvest, soon.
‘Thanks, Mam,’ said Bright Mac, pink with pride.
‘It’s excellent, sugarcube. I’m just worried you’re makin your mind up too soon.’ Twilight gave her a Look, but she forged on. ‘I just think there’s more to the world than one single farm, and he should get to knowing that before he decides.’
‘If he knows what he wants to do,’ said Twilight, ‘he knows what he wants to do, isn’t that right?’
‘Eyup.’