Lost
Another horrible thought came into her mind and her face changed.
Oh, heavens! I hope my babies are safe and sound.
She counted her flowers one by one.
Roses were there, Lilies were there, Jasmine was there, Lotus pound was safe and little lotus flowers in there were not harmed, Sunflowers were okay as well.
And her Zinnias still held their youth, innocently looking at her whilst shinning.
Then what was missing? She had counted again. Once. Twice. Thrice.
There was one thing she seemed to be missing now. She could not remember what was it, but it was important for her.
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