Epilogue: “And the Flower Crown”
*5 Years Later*
“I think I’m starting to get the hang of it, mommy!” a young child beamed. She did her best to weave the crown as accurately as her mother’s, using her cute, stubby little fingers. Tongue sticking out on one side, she wiped a small bead of sweat from her eyebrows.
“You’re doing great, my little Rose.” Annie praised while picking another flower from the basket.
“Hey hey! Isn’t Mommy-Jane the one who taught you how to make these?” Rose questioned. Annie merely nodded. “Then why isn’t she teaching me instead of you?” she pressed.
Her mother pouted, “Well, that’s because…” she shot a glare behind her. “She’s just lazing around on the couch, busy writing as usual.”
Jane gave a half-hearted wave before continuing to tap away. Annie childishly stuck her own tongue out in retort. Sensing this, J