Remember the little cherry left in the elevator by the nanny? Today she moved into a new home, a lovely life turned into a small box, and Dad carefully held her on his chest, with toys, with flowers, and buried her in the tea garden.
Dad said that he held her like this, as if he could still feel her temperature, as if he had always been by their side, and Dad's eyes had long since disappeared, and his hair was gray. When I arrived at the tea garden, my mother took the little cherry in her arms and cried silently, and my father cried and said: Girl, you must remember to call your father!
From then on, the little cherry is accompanied by the green color of the garden, the toy that her parents brought to her, the cherry baby, all the way to be a happy little angel in heaven!
