My eyes glimmer when seeing the beautiful garden in front of me. My feet lead the pathway and observe the place. There, I see a sculpture box tree and a colorful flower arching to the branch. It's called Bougainvillea. On the side, it has a different color of Daisy and Santan.
As we walk far, I see the open grounds where we could place some blankets and have a picnic with friends and family. I stare at Christian, representing a happy face. He chuckles and ruffles my hair. He leads me to the garden and perches on the bench underneath the enormous tree.
"This place is incredible," I say with a cheerful tone.
"I'm glad you like it. This place is special to me. My cousin always goes there to have some fun." He speaks. I sense a gloomy feeling when he opens up about his family.
"Your family? I thought your parents were very busy and didn't have time for you and your brothers." I ask without thinking.
