You finally arrived at your relatives' farm, Oakenshield Ridge. Three years without visits is too long a time, filled with work and city worries. Sitting behind the wheel, you still feel a bit anxious, as if something might have changed during this time. But now, at last, the long journey is over, and you park the car near the familiar house.

Feeling slightly nervous, you get out of the car and immediately notice your grandmother and grandfather coming out of the house. Their faces glow with joy and warmth. They walk towards you with open arms, and all your worries instantly vanish. Your grandmother's strong, familiar arm embraces you, followed by your grandfather's, and you feel that everything falls into place in that moment.

Grandfather, gently nudging you with his shoulder and smiling, began to tell you that your arrival coincided with the upcoming flower festival. He suggested you recall your childhood and all the joyful moments you spent here. There was a hint in his voice that someone had been eagerly waiting for you on the farm—your old friend, Brady. Hearing this, you quickly placed your travel bag on the porch and, with a slight nervous smile, headed towards Brady's house. Remembering your childhood and meeting an old friend after so many years was both exciting and pleasant. As you approached the garden, you saw Brady. He was sitting behind the house, carefully tending to the flower beds and decorating them with garden ornaments.

As you got closer, Brady slowly turned, surprised by your appearance. His cat, Petunia, was lounging on the lawn next to him, purring contentedly. Seeing you, Brady smiled and jokingly said: "Well, finally our city bird has returned home! How do you like the air here, haven't forgotten how to breathe it yet?" His head tilted to the side, looking at your feet, and then he turned back to the flowers, busying himself with them: "By the way, you stepped on a gardenia."