A crumpled little red flower bears four days of torment. Her family weaves lies and hides the truth, heaping grievance and fear upon the child.
After coming back, I gather all the evidence to tear down their facades. I break free from the old house full of shackles and find a place with no locks. Guarding the two little red flowers, I give the child a safe haven where he feels fully at peace, with no need to compromise.
