The truth

She reached over and took hold of  the old woman’s right hand gently. The old woman seemed touched by the gesture. She patted the top of Flossina’s, then stood up, and spoke again.

“Your mother loved her garden. It is now yours.”

“True. I’ve never been very good at gardening.” She smiled, recalling the times she’d help her mother and end up covered in dirt. 

“Your mother also used it to escape the pressure of the palace and to think.”

“Ah, I see.” The memory of her mother choked her up suddenly. She cleared her throat from the tears she was constantly holding back. “She was a wonderful woman, wasn't she? Not just a wonderful Queen, but a lovely person. I will miss her everyday. Especi