“Aaww!” Rakia dropped the flower scissors she was holding when a thorn pricked one of her fingers. Adeline who was not far from her daughter immediately turned and approached.

“What is it?” asked Adeline with a worried face. Rakia looked down at her bloody finger.

“That rose stabbed me,” Rakia reported. Adeline immediately took a handkerchief from the pocket of the gardening apron she was wearing and then pressed the cloth on Rakia’s wound.

“Come in, let Mama finish everything later,” Adeline ordered.

“But, Ma, I want to help.” Rakia begged. Adeline shook her head as she pressed her lips together.

“That’s enough, you just come in. You can take...