In the garden, bathed in golden sunlight, my mother's white dress took on a golden hue. She looked ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful against the backdrop of the rose-purple water lilies.

As she stood up and looked at me reluctantly, she told me she had to leave and asked me not to forget the tallest tree.

Feeling sad, I rushed toward her, but she had already turned decisively and left, disappearing into the golden sunlight.

I wanted to call out but couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, I