And seeing this, Flower couldn't contain her joy exactly. Calming herself, lowering her excitement rate, she took a deep and voluminous breath. Then she decided to dial a number, a number that she had always remembered from her nursery days, they had made it as a nursery rhyme for her back then. And that was how it was able to stick to her head. Even until she was now an adult. It was her mum's number. She would always remember it against all odds.
Dialing the number with a trivially trembling fingers. She didn't know what to expect. Would her mum even pickup the call? She didn't know. She didn't even know why she attempted to dial it, was that even the right thing to do? Perhaps she had really been missing her mum even more than she knew it.
