“Why is Grandpa digging up the garden again?”
“I told you dear, he just really misses Grandma.”
Little Ethan didn’t remember much about Grandma, but he did recall her hugs. This warm, comforting embrace that made him want to snuggle in and melt into a peaceful night’s sleep.
Mum said she loved gardening. She’d plant all sorts of flowers and had even made a small vegetable patch. Unfortunately, there was no one to take care of the garden after she died. They couldn’t afford a gardener and Mum and Dad were too busy working all day.
In the past month Grandpa had suddenly started digging up small parts of the garden, trying to get the flowers growing again. Then he’d get too tired and and they’d wither and die. After a couple of days, he’d start anew.
Ethan went outside and put his small hand on Grandpa’s frail one.
“I’ll help you Grandpa, we’ll get Grandma’s flowers growing again!”
Ethan kept his promise and soon, Grandma’s favourite flowers were smiling again, as was Grandpa.