There he was, Daniel, gingerly carrying his mom's delicate porcelain vase outside. The vase, intricately adorned with blue and white floral patterns, had become a temporary home for a colony of bugs. Daniel's yard was a patchwork of sun-drenched grass and shaded areas, dotted with his mother's blooming flower beds, their vibrant hues contrasting against the deep green. He stood tall, squinting slightly in the morning sunlight as he contemplated the vase.All Rights Reserved