Droplets of different sizes slowly poured over the tiny leaves of a flower, nourishing it. The petals swayed along with the softly blowing breeze. I moved the watering can over to other varieties of flowers, lavender, roses, and much more. I heard soft chirpings.

I turned my head and saw the blaze of the sun up in the centre of the sky. Gosh, it was such a burning afternoon. I put down my can with a plop and skipped up the stairs to get a hat. My mother always tells me, of course, a hot day means there's more chance of skin cancer.

Humming a small tune, I carefully skipped back downstairs and continued to water my very own flower garden! Of course, I had a favourite, the one and only... Moonflower, because we both stay up all night to watch the moon in the dark.