Chapter 137: The Call
Damien sat in the garden, surrounded by the beauty of nature. The warm sun shone down on him, making him feel at peace. He watched as the delicate butterflies fluttered around, stopping occasionally to feed on the brightly colored flowers.
As he sat there, he couldn’t help but reminisce about his childhood memories spent in the garden with his mother.
He remembered the times when his mother would take him by the hand and they would go outside to play. They would pick flowers, chase butterflies and explore the different parts of the garden.
His mother was always so full of energy and life,despite everything and she brought so much joy into Damien’s dark world. She was the only good memories he had of his childhood.
As he sat there, Damien closed his eyes and remembered the sweet smell of the flowers and the sound of the birds singing in the trees. He could feel his mother’s hand in his, and he smiled as he thought about all the happy times they had shared.
One of his fondest memories was the day his mother showed him how to catch butterflies. She would take him to the part of the garden where the butterflies liked to visit, and they would sit and wait.
They would be still and quiet, watching as the colorful insects fluttered by. When a butterfly would land on a flower, Damien’s mother would gently reach out and capture it in her cupped hands.
She would then release the butterfly back into the air, and Damien would watch in amazement as it flew away.
Damien’s mother had a special way of making everything seem magical, and she had instilled in him a love for nature that he still held onto today.
As he sat in the garden, he thought about how much he missed her and how much he wished she was still here to share these moments with him.
He also remembered how his mother would take him on walks through the garden and they would talk about everything under the sun.