A month later,
In a small house with only a few rooms, plants were planted everywhere, making it look ethereal and inviting. It looked like one of those houses you would see in cartoons and princess movies because the daughters of the man who lived there loved to plant together.
"Are you sure this is the right way to place it? I think it should be next to the door. You know, so that the visitors will breathe in something that smells good before they walk into the house," the older daughter asked, a black scar on her face while her eyebrows were furrowed deeply, imagining how their new plants would look by the doorstep.
"But what if they step on them? We had to mould these vases ourselves because it was too expensive in the market. And you know we have blind visitors sometimes," the younger sister remarked, moving the flower vases next to the window instead.
"And what if it breaks there?" The older sister asked.
