WINTER ACONITE: The Reason To Life With Your Own Feet

A woman in her 20s was in a garden filled with dazzling yellow flowers. Bright fragile petals, green leaves with soft opium fluff fibers, Renese holds them while imagining one day her family and his man return, to the building she'll call it home.

Every night she dreamed, hoped, and prayed that any God who heard her wish could bring back the people she love, to watch these beautiful flower garden that she cared himself.

For every year, every month, every day, every hour, every minute, and every second she missed. The flowers looked at her, and the man with his black silky hair also smiled.

"My cute, Renese, can you wait for me?"

"Renese, we are home. Have you eaten dinner yet?"

she imagine it.