Sandra had already played on the slide for two rounds and then ran into the bedroom to take a quick look around.
"Mommy, flowers..."
Hearing Sandra's call, Yvonne Young snapped back to reality. She looked over, seeing the little girl standing on the balcony with sunlight shining on her small figure, sitting on a blue wooden horse, and pointing downstairs.
Did this room full of childhood memories originally belong to her?
Yvonne smiled and walked over to look downstairs. The flowers she had planted years ago were still there. She put her hand on Sandra's head and looked at the scenery in the yard downstairs.
It was the season of blooming flowers, with warm breeze blowing, and the yard was full of colorful flowers.
She couldn't help but look up at the balcony of the next room. The window was open, and the curtains had been changed...
It used to be the floral curtains she had arranged seven years ago, and now it was pink floral, still her favorite floral pattern.