The soft rays of the afternoon sun bathed the small garden in front of Sarah's house, casting a warm glow over the vibrant flowers that adorned the landscape. White lilies, red roses, and tulips stood tall, their delicate petals swaying and dancing in perfect harmony as a gentle breeze whispered through the air. From the comfort of my window, I observed the playful antics of Rix and Sania, the children of my landlord, as they reveled in their carefree world.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted, shattering the tranquility of the scene. Sarah, with a furrowed brow and a hint of accusation in her eyes, confronted Rix. "You spoiled my mud house!" she accused, her voice laced with anger and frustration. Rix, a look of innocence etched across his face, vehemently denied the accusation. "I swear, it was the wind, not me!" he protested, his words carrying a hint of desperation.
