Back in her mother's lush garden, Eva sat, savoring the warm spring sunlight that filtered through the canopy of blooming hydrangea bushes. The gentle breeze carried the sweet, floral fragrance, enveloping her in a sense of tranquility.
"I know I said we’d go shopping this week. I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it," Eva said, cradling the delicate china teacup in her hands. "Things got a little crazy after I quit my job, but I promise to make it up to you next weekend." She gave her mother a remorseful smile, taking a sip of the fragrant chamomile tea.
Claire, too focused on planting tomatoes, without looking up, called out breezily.
“Oh don't worry about it. I’m just glad you’re here now,” she said, turning her back to give her daughter a warm smile.
"You keep me sane, Mom. I really
