The bus is silent, with most passengers appearing exhausted and their clothes damp from the rain. I check my phone and find a message from a friend inquiring about my attendance at Saturday's party; I reply affirmatively.🤞The constant drone of machinery signifies that work cont
As morning transitions into afternoon, I walk to the willow tree, spread out a blanket, and sit down. I begin reading a book, but I am soon distracted by the garden, where a gentle breeze rustles the willow leaves, and I hold a historical storybook in my hand.
When Mia was ten and Leo was eight, they brought the children to the botanical garden's daisy patch, the very spot where Lila and Elias had first crossed paths. There, they shared the story of their meeting, sparked by a simple flower selfie.