The three of them were approaching the Gardens now.

Little flowers struggled to grow among the thorns, an encouraging act of perseverance through probations.

“The Grace’s white flowers!”

“Maybe… the Graces’s presence still remains in the little things, such as tiny flowers like these.”

Max took one in his hands.

It seemed so delicate. So frail. But how could such a beautiful thing grows in such a hostile place like that? How could a princess born among blades? How could a damsel rise amidst the merciless thorns that choked her?

But look! There she was! A pale button, a holy spirit, standing still against the thistles that mercilessly cut her relentless.

No, it wasn’t frail. It wasn’t weak at all.

It was the strongest of the flowers.

He gently stroke the petals with his fingers.

“My mom loved flowers. She has her own plants back home, even though we don’t have much space.”

“that’s lovely, dear! your mom must be really nice.”

Max giggled softly to himself.

“Yes, she is. She is the most amazing person in the world. Both worlds!”

“I’m certain she is. Do you spend much time together?”

“Well, she works a lot, so I didn’t see her for most of the day. But I know she tries really hard to give us a good life. Still, even when she was really, really tired, she would always find time to help me with the homework and play with me.”

“and what do you do together, honey?”

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