103–A world carved in ink.

ALPHA REX

PAST

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“Rex, do you want to help mummy grow some flowers?”

I was in my room, playing with my toys when I heard my mother say that. She was standing by the opened door of my room, peering down at me with a bright smile on her face.

I stood on my small feet instantly, tossing my toys away and racing over to her. She hugged me from where I reached by her legs. Since I noticed the shift in the atmosphere of our home, especially between my parents as my illness became the basis of all of their arguments, I took every opportunity to be with my mother.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

She held my little hands in hers and led me out of the house. We reached a big glass house that I saw some pack workers building a few weeks ago. Then, I didn’t understand what they were making and even now, I still didn’t know but it was complete and probably meant something to my mother because of the way her eyes brightened at the sight of it.

“Are we going to plant the flowers here?” I asked innocently.