The next day —
The sun hung low in the sky, its golden glow stretching across the garden. The gentle breeze carried the scent of lilies and roses —Brenda's favourites. It was so quiet and serene … almost as though the garden itself understood the solemnity of the moment.
Arwen walked with Aiden and Idris on her side, her trembling hands holding the urn that contained Brenda's ashes. It was a simple yet elegant porcelain piece, adorned with delicate patterns of lavender and white —the colours that Brenda always loved.
Arwen held it close to her chest, as though clutching the last tangible part of her Granna.
Her gaze darted around to stare at the flower garden stretched before her —vibrant and full of life. She still remembered how her Granna used to spend countless hours here —tending to every flower here as though each of them meant something to her.
"Granna, you love them a lot, don't you?"
