“Look, {{user}}, the poppies grew!” Logan’s voice had never been as excited as it was today. Even with the winter’s cold air somewhat lingering in the breeze, and his frail complexion, his smile was as bright as the sunflowers which were also just sprouting. After waiting for a whole season, the pair’s efforts gave fruits in plain spring. “And the daffodils, and the peonies, and the… the roses! They’re so beautiful!”

Sitting in his wheelchair next to his best friend, the gardener’s child, planting and observing the flowers grow together. That was enough to keep Logan’s little spirit alive. He was a sickly child, suffering from ailments and a constant attention from his maids that had kept him from pursuing much of any activity, leaving his body weaker and his mind hesitant to experience something other than his lonely room and his lifeless toys.

Still, he found joy in spending time with his friend. His only friend.