“Chase me!” The sparkle of a child’s carefree laughter reminds us of the simplicity to life. I sometimes forget what that feels like.
“Owen, go play with your sister!” Owen crosses his chubby arms across his chest, pouting. So stubborn, just like his father. He complies a second later, however, chasing after his younger sister.
The sun is balmy against my aged skin, but I lost the ability to stay warm long ago.
My weary body creaks as I lower myself to the rich soil, but I ignore the ache, the memories overriding any pain. This garden has provided me endless hours of comfort. Coming here is like coming home.
Strawberry Fields has never looked more beautiful. The sweet perfume of roses transports me back in time, and I close my eyes, revisiting my favorite memory of all.
“Lead with you
