I felt a dull ache in my head, causing me to toss and turn uncomfortably. It was as if I feared the wax might drip onto my hands.
In a haze, I murmured, "Mommy, does it hurt?"
She said something, and her voice echoed persistently in my ears.
A warm hand gently clasped mine, guiding me through winding paths, past a towering tree surrounded by vibrant flowers, until we reached a small tree.
"What kind of tree is this, Mommy?" I looked up at the short tree.
"An almond eucalyptus tree. It’s the