dream

" what a beautiful garden " A woman spoke, her gaze fixed upon me, but her identity remained a mystery. ' who is she? Wait where i am?'Confusion consumed me as I wondered where I was. Gradually, it dawned on me that I was in the garden of my parents' house, a place I held dear. ' indeed it was a beautiful garden, i always play with John and Gabriel in this garden '

"Isn't it a beautiful garden?" the woman remarked, her voice reaching my ears.the woman addressed me, her words bringing a touch of recognition. I watched her intently, trying to recall who she was. She possessed stunning dark, Her long, dark hair gracefully danced in the wind, framing her face adorned with eyes and lips reminiscent of the color of cherries.Her eyes sparkled, akin to the color of cherries, and her lips held a captivating allure.