Chapter 29 Twenty Nine

• The afternoon sun bathed the castle gardens in a golden glow, it somehow made the myriad of flowers dance in the breeze.
• I sat quietly, letting the cold afternoong air brust my long black hair as I admired the petals of a rare blue rose.
• I remember my mom planted some of these in front of our cabin before, I was too young to admire how beautiful it was, then, all I see was how my mother took good care of it, treated it like her own little achievement.