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Wait for spring to arrive, was her principal task, so she would see its colorful flower garden and hummingbird hovering roses. My grandmother had a big passion for her garden, which started with a rose that my grandfather gave her a sunny afternoon in April. My grandfather past away very young, so my grandmother decided to start her garden with that rose so my grandfather would always be remembered. Over time she continued creating it, from yellow beautiful daisies to pink tulips were part of this beautiful place that conveys pure serenity. All were gifts of my uncles in summer days and also gifts from neighbors who knew her great love for flowers. Whenever we could not find her at home, we knew she was in the back taking care of her garden either watering her flowers, pruning plants or fixed some broken branch. But this was more than only a garden for her, in that place she taught us important things about life to my cousins and me, and although we were very young, she always tried to get together on Sundays to help her with the flowers so we shared great moments while our parents had a greater time too because thanks to these, they could put up with what was happening in their lives, so my grandmother taught us how important it is to have a family with you to be happy. The spring days became more and more in a special season for the entire family, every time that a new member born my grandmother planted a new flower. Run, or just sit back and hide to meditate in that garden was a unique experience, the fresh smell of flowers and see the butterflies close to your hand without fear of being crushed gave a sense of security and peace with yourself. There was a time when one of my older cousins would ask his girlfriend to marry him and my grandmother cut the most beautiful roses around the garden, then she decorated the flowers with a pink ribbon and gave them to my cousin. But just as the garden is dry in the winter, one day my grandmother became sick and soon she pass away. The spring after his death was not the same, it seemed that the flowers grew sad because she was no longer there. So we decided to continue to take care of the garden with the same dedication and commitment that my grandmother did. Currently all my uncles have a small garden at home to in memory of my grandmother.