"This sucks," Micah mumbled, chewing at his lower lip. "This really, really sucks."
Taking in a deep breath, the boy forced himself to calm down, wiping his eyes as he walked out of the stunned to a secluded part of the garden.
Micah smelt that smoke, a sense of sadness coming on his face.
This garden was the first gift my father got my mother when we first moved to this town.
Though she was a noblewoman, she took care of the garden on her own.
I asked her why she didn't use the servants and she told me, "Most of the time, what you want is not what others want.
"Your vision of things do not always match others' but, if you know what you are doing and know how to carry it out to fruition, don't be scared to get your hands dirty.
"In fact, sometimes you will NEED to get your ha
