Leo
If she was not in her room, my mother will always be found in one place, the greenhouse in the back lawn. It was like her safe haven. She can be found there, tending to her beloved plants, doing weird random stuff, or just feeding the birds that always seem to gather around her magically. As expected, Mama was talking to her plants, a habit I find extremely creepy as I walked into the huge glass and iron house that took half the space in our already gigantic lawn. Sunlight streamed through the glass roofs, lighting my mother's face up.
She was distracted in her own world, so I took the time to appraise her. It's been quite some time since I saw her even if we do live in the same house. My mother was beautiful, despite her age, her blonde hair like always tied in a haphazard bun at th
