Epilogue
A couple years later
The gentle sun of summer tickled my skin, the weather warm and inviting. It was a good day to tend to the garden, especially now that the wild strawberries were in bloom.
The sweet smell of the fruit lured me to the corner of our garden, where they sprouted just by themselves. The red gems shimmered in the sunlight, some of them ripe enough to pick and collect in my wicker basket.
I brushed the morning dew from the little leaves and collected the nicest ones. Ash would really like them, they were her favourite of all the fruits in the garden.
Picking the tiny berries was time consuming, but if it brought a smile to her face, it was be worth it. She wasn’t the same after Aspen passed, even if it had been over a year. She didn’t talk much about it, but ever
