Ifeanyi dipped his trowel into the soil, pulling out the weed around a rose bush. A particular one was stubborn and he dipped his hand in the wet earth to uproot it. Amarachi had a thing for flowers, especially cala lillie's. He had lots of them planted in the garden. Tending to the flowers made him feel connected to her in some way.
He watered the plant and moved to the next one, a bush of cala lillies. He turned his face down to the funnel shaped flowers and smelt them. He smiled wistfully, he could picture how beautiful she had looked with those flowers arranged in her hands as she entered the church in the arms of her father clearly like it was yesterday. She had kept her eyes solely on him and his on hers as she walked down the aisle with a permanent smile on her face.
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