Walking towards there was like walking towards heaven for Flower. She was feeling much more happier now about everything, simply because she had her freedom. Although, not all her freedom, but still, she could manage to work with that little freedom she had.
Upon getting there, Flower glanced around and exactly all what Regina said she planted was all what she was seeing. And also there was the big mango tree, standing in the middle of the farm, it was perfect for sleeping under, as the gentle breeze swept it leaves away here and there.
Flower could only muse at the extravagant beauty, and wonders of the farmland. Pledging to herself that from then onwards, she would no longer underestimate Regina's words, and whatever she said, ever again.
