"Magic happens when you do not give up, even though you want to. The universe always falls in love with a stubborn heart."
A week later, Jimin was sitting in the table, watching the yellowish tree leaves fall on the green grass. His shiny hair was moving along with the morning breeze, brightening the small cottage with its beautiful light.
His chin was rested on the palm of his hand and his lips were forming a small frown on his face.
He sighed as much as he breathed and his leg could not stop shaking from nervousness.
His mother watched him and covered her mouth in order not to laugh. She opened the oven and took out a cake she baked especially for him.
She used her magic to cooled it before placing it in a round porcelain plate.
She took the petals of some red, pink and white ros
