Castle looked lively and colourful, unlike on other occasions. My curious eyes were wide like a child’s for I admired the rare view of such a place that was ruled by people with grey hearts. The walls were decorated with daisies and lilies, one of my mother’s favourites.

For her she wanted me to name after that particular flower, Lily or Daisy for they symbolised innocence and purity, a trait hard to find in a world like today. Just like their fragrance blossomed miraculous resurrection of heaven, I was that piece of heaven for her.

There was a garden in her eyes, and I was her lilies and daisies.

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