Gemotions

He’d always loved his mother’s garden. Miles, now back under her roof, found himself gravitating towards it, the smell of damp earth and blooming roses a balm to his soul. He crouched down, examining a particularly vibrant rose, and carefully pinched off a deadhead. He grinned. He pictured his mother's reaction when she saw him, and a mischievous plan formed in his head.

Later, he appeared in the kitchen, carrying a bouquet of mismatched flowers, a jaunty look on his face. “For the queen of the garden!” he declared, presenting the arrangement with a flourish.