Ms. Lowe sighed. 'Beautiful flowers don't bloom for long, and happy days are fleeting.' Titus was gone, her rose garden was gone, and her parents were gone. Only she was left, barely clinging to life.
She glanced at the busy June, her brow furrowed slightly. Her expression was strange—a mixture of disgust, aching tenderness, and self-reproach...
"Mom, Auntie Zhao said we should plant some bok choy in this patch. What do you think?" June's crisp voice broke through Ms. Lowe's reverie.
Ms. Lowe smiled. "That's a good idea. Bok choy is delicious in soup."
"We can also plant a loofah gourd! Auntie Zhao said they produce a ton of fruit. One vine would be enough for us, and it can grow all the way from here to over there!"
June's face was rosy, and a light sheen of sweat dotted her forehead. Her expression had brightened considerably. She liked this new life. Her mother seemed to be doing much better, and June was full of hope for the future.
