Mr. Theodore Florencia was taking a slow walk through the premises of his house. Nothing particularly was going on in his mind. But at the same time, he would not say he was not thinking about anything. Without any particular direction in his mind, his feet turned and began to lead him to the garden. 

The garden held pleasant memories he would love to hold on to. Oh yeah. The garden had existed for so many years and was likely less of a garden. It looked more like a bush. He strictly forbade everyone from walking into it. Why? That was the garden he had built with no other person...