Rena looked at the flowers in front of her, then took the plant shears that she had brought, cut the stems and leaves that had withered or dried, then watered the plants to make them grow again.
Rena squatted among the blooming flowers, the longing for the figure of the man she called 'Om' bothered her greatly, wanting her to run back to her house or meet the man in his office so that the longing that bound her would disappear from her heart, but she couldn't. do it.
"Dear." Richard lowered his head and held his beloved son's shoulder.
"What's the matter, hm..?" Richard asked gently.
"Dad, have you ever missed someone?" Rena asked her father while looking up to meet the two eyes that were looking at each other.
"What do you really want to say." Richard did not understand the direction of Rena's conversation, whether he was testing his love for his late mother or was it really just a question.
