being a single mother, Nabu tried to combine work, household chores and raising her son on her own. after her divorce from her ex-husband, she almost stopped thinking about the possibility of falling in love again, since at that age it is unlikely that you can change anything.

living in a small one-story house, the woman gradually tried to arrange the area outside the walls. ‘hobby’, as the neighbors would say, watching how Nabu almost every evening, after work, digs around the perimeter of her plot, planting flowers and lining it with decorative stones. it was easier for her. it is easier to cope with difficulties, escaping into her ‘little world of creativity’.

one of the next evenings, caring for flowers under the walls of the house, she again got carried away by her thoughts, while Kobu ran around the territory of their flower garden and sometimes helped his mother, bringing a watering can or a shovel.

-playing gardener again?

a male voice was heard. Turning around, the woman noticed her neighbor, a lonely man, her age, whom she had known since she moved into this house with her husband.

standing on his property, the man leaned with both hands on the fence between their houses, hanging his head. It seemed he had been watching for several minutes.