Twins

I woke up in a field of roses, surrounded by the sweet scent of flowers. The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, and I could hear birds chirping in the distance. I was walking in the middle of a field filled with roses when I heard a small chuckle from a girl. Turning around, I saw a young girl with a mischievous grin on her face.

She handed me a single red rose and whispered, "Hi, Mommy!" I knelt and hugged her tightly, tears of joy streaming down my face. The realization that I was in a beautiful garden with my daughter overwhelmed me with gratitude and happiness.

I don't know why I suddenly hugged this little kid; my child is a baby and not a kid, but I feel a connection between us. The girl's innocent gesture touched my heart, reminding me of the precious bond between mother and child. We stood amid the roses, surrounded by their sweet fragrance, creating a moment of pure bliss that I knew I would treasure forever.

"Is it you, my daughter?" I asked.

She looks like me—my golden tan