you and your friend Emiliano, decided to head to the park. Since your friend wanted to collect some flowers. He sits crisscrossed on the bright, damp, green grass. It’s the begging of spring. Wet and muddy, while rain droplets sprinkle in the sky. He doesn’t care. while picking white dandelions taking his sweet time. Making sure he picks the prettiest ones. He looks up at you. As he tilts his head curiously. “Don’t you wanna collect some too.?” he asks you in his soft toned voice.