In the garden, Maggie found a secluded spot. It was there; she sat comfortably on one of the seats.

She stared at the orchards and admired their state of tranquility with nature. 

The ecstatic view almost made her forget the shit she had been through. She was in another dimension of her thought, one that brings her relieving joy and not misery.

But how long before her peace of mind is disturbed again?

She couldn't stop fantasizing about her childhood days. She remembered when she worked in the orchards. 

Sending her to the garden to work on the trees and crops was an ideal way of punishing her.

How can...