They had always had a garden. Not a flower garden, but a vegetable garden. Maes had spent many weekends in the boiling heat, tending to his garden. It was one of the main sources for vegetables and much cheaper than the supermarket option. Gracia had spent many days staring at the garden that had once been lively, but now had wilted. Like its owner, who once always tended to it, the life of the garden had left as well. Gracia had let the garden wilt, and she hadn't put any effort into making it beautiful again; much like the cameras and the photographs, which had just gotten dusty or been placed in a box and put away in the far corner in the closet. It was so much easier if she didn't see the pictures, after all you couldn't miss something you forgot about, the trick was for her not to see it so she couldn't think about it.
Many times during the day she had walked by the garden and played with the thought of making another garden, one she could take care of and make it beautiful all on her own. Gracia didn't know how to grow vegetables, but she did know how to grow flowers; besides she knew Elysia would appreciate the flowers, especially the brightly coloured ones.
Elysia had helped pick out most of the flowers that they were going to grow together and Gracia had smiled among the tears on her face. Their daughter had chosen a radiant display of colours and somehow, it shouldn't have surprised her at all. Maes had chosen the same arrangement on many occasions. In fact, the first bouquet of flowers she had ever received from Maes had been a bouquet of colours, flowers that had every colour of the rainbow.
As she dug up dirt to plant the seeds for the flower garden, she couldn't help but think she was making a little garden to call her own. Her own personal Eden.