The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across our small garden.
I watched as my father stood in his workshop, focused and determined.
His hands moved with a steady rhythm, carving and shaping a block of wood.
The soft hum of his tools was a comforting sound, one I had grown up with, always knowing that whenever he was in his workshop, he was creating something special.
This time, he was making a wooden rose.
It wasn’t the first time my father had crafted something for the garden. Over
