Sarren watched as the kid he just met left with his mother. He smiled gently and went back to viewing the flowers that he had carefully grown over the last few months. He was happy to see how tall they had gotten in the short amount of time and how so many of them had beautiful blooms already. There was something about working with the earth that made him happy and gave him a sense of accomplishment. He couldn't wait to see how they would sprout out of the ground and what new challenge would await him to make sure they grew up beautifully.
Sarren had always loved flowers for most of his life, it was something that his sickly mother would always have by her window sill and he associated it with her. He still missed her, and there were days when he swore he could smell her on the breeze, even if he knew it was just the flowers. She had died when he was rather young, though he still had his two fathers in his life and his siblings, it hadn't changed that there were times when he just wished he could see her again. Perhaps that was why he loved flowers so much, in some small way it was as if she was back in his life, even if it was only for a couple of seconds. He didn't think he could ever stop loving the scent and smell of being around them for that reason.
He drew in a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs as a breeze passed. He let the memories of his mother fill his senses when he realized that this was what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. He wanted to bring his mother back to life, he wanted her life and what she did to touch other people, even if it was only through the flowers he helped grow. He'd help bring joy to people the way she did, to show kindness and love to everyone around them, even if he wasn't that great at talking to people, he'd become the one that helped bring a hint of happiness to their lives. There was too much darkness in the world, and if this was the small thing he could do to help erase that, that's what he'd do.
He walked toward one of the flowers, gently looking at the petals, gazing carefully into the beautiful purple color. He couldn't help but remember Keriga's face when he gave him the flower, the boy helped him remember what it was about botany that just drew him to it. It was that small smile that made everything just click into place. He hoped he could do the same for Keriga someday, the way he had for him. He hoped he could help everyone, the way his mother did, the way she loved, the way she had a heart of gold. He wanted nothing more than to be like her.
