Vena.The garden barely resembled the place I had first stepped into more than a month ago.Back then the pathways had been swallowed by weeds, the flower beds choked with dying roots and overgrown vines. Now, even though there was still so much left unfinished, life had slowly begun returning to it. The stone paths were visible again, the trimmed hedges no longer looked wild, and flowers had begun blooming.It still was not perfect.But it was alive again.I stood near one of the restored flower beds, watering the white camellias carefully as the late evening sun filtered softly through the trees above. Their petals had finally started opening properly this week, and I could not stop the small smile that spread across my face as I looked at them.“You’re growing fast,” I murmured quietly to myself.The watering can felt heavier than usual in my hand. My body had been sore all morning, and the ache in my chest still had not completely faded. Even bending down repeatedly to pull weeds e
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