The kitchen was filled with the sound of clinking utensils and soft chatter as Lily and her mother, Maria, prepared dinner. The fresh vegetables, still warm from the garden, were spread out on the counter, ready to be turned into a hearty soup. Lily carefully chopped carrots, their orange color bright against the white cutting board, while Maria worked on the potatoes.
“You know, I never thought I’d enjoy gardening as much as I do now,” Maria said, her voice filled with contentment.