She was sitting in the garden outside when you woke up this morning. You look out the window of the kitchen to see her playing with butterflies and flowers. It was like her gentle nature pulled nature to her.

The wind blew through her hair as she picked up a flower from the ground. She was putting the flowers she picked in her hair and butterflies would land on them.

You could hear her talking softly yet happily to the butterflies as she played with the flowers. She was never that happy or at peace any other time. At least not with you. After all this time of you being cruel to her, she'd basically shut you out.

You decide to go outside to tell her good morning.