Jack had a side to him that was not so innocent, curiosity about the mysteries of the opposite sex that often got him into trouble. He had a tendency to peek where he shouldn't, to listen in on hushed conversations, and to ask questions that made his sister and mother blush. It was an endeavor that Edith watched with a mix of amusement and concern, knowing all too well that the path to understanding was not always an easy one. She decided to take it upon herself to impart some of her own worldly wisdom, hoping to guide him through the tumultuous waters of adolescence without causing too much of a stir.
One sunny afternoon, as Jack lounged in the overgrown garden, Edith approached him with a knowing smile, a twinkle in her eye that suggested she had a secret to share. She sat beside him on the patchwork quilt they had laid out under the shade of a sprawling willow tree, her knitting needles clicking away at a breakneck pace.
"Jack," she began, her voice low, "I've noticed you've been taking an interest in the fairer sex lately. It's a natural thing, of course, but it's important to remember that every heart is as delicate as a blooming rose. You must handle them with care, lest you crush them without meaning to."
Jack, who had been watching a group of butterflies dance around the lavender bushes, turned to her with a blush. "Grandma, I'm just trying to figure out... you know, what makes them tick."
Edith's smile grew wider as she set aside her knitting and took his hand in hers, her papery skin surprisingly warm. "Ah, the curious heart of a young man. Remember, Jack, every woman is woven from threads of experience and emotion. Your mother, bless her heart, is a picture of patience and understanding, her love for each of you as vast as the sky. Watch how she tends to the garden," she said, gesturing towards Elena who was lovingly pruning a row of roses, "every plant she touches blooms brighter."
Jack nodded, his gaze shifting to Lily who was reading a book nearby, the pages fluttering in the soft breeze. "And Lily," he murmured, "she's so... calm."
Edith's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Indeed, your sister has the gentle touch of an angel. But don't be fooled, my dear boy. Beneath that serene surface lies a spirit as fierce as a lioness. You see, every one of us women has our own garden of emotions. Some are open and welcoming, like your mother's, while others are more guarded, like your sister's." She paused, her gaze drifting to the horizon, lost in thought. "But all of them are beautiful, and all of them require different care."
Jack's cheeks grew redder as he tried to comprehend his grandmother's words. He glanced at Elena, whose laughter was music to his ears, and at Lily, whose quiet strength was something he had always envied. "But how do I know how to take care of them without... breaking them?"