Being a child of Demeter, you always loved being around plants, obviously.

But your connection to them was different, it really felt like you.. bond with them, as stupid as it sounds—it's true.

One sunny day, you were picking strawberries, your usual task.

You were half-way done, when you hear soft pitter patter. It slowly gets louder, when you hear a voice too, one that's comforting and familiar.

"My child," It was your godly mother. "Dear, do you need help with your task?" She smiled gracefully, kneeling down.