Dying roots
An old man and his son lived in a cozy countryside home. Their abode was a cozy villa with a beautiful garden attached to the front. The old man's bedroom was on the first floor with the window overlooking the garden. They had an extended porch with a tea table, chairs and a rocking chair. The old man loved his garden and his plants and personally maintained his garden. Every day he would water his plants and regularly add fertilisers and other medicines to the soil. The garden looked beautiful with ample of green and an array of beautifully coloured flowers. His son would help his dad, sometimes, doing the gardening but most of the times the old man was at it alone. Time passed and the old man could no longer maintain his garden, age caught up with him. One morning he asked his son to join him for tea. The son prepared tea while the old man took seat on his rocking chair. "I can no longer do the gardening myself. But you know how much this garden means to me, so from now I...