Gabriella Matthews

Hope and resilience

In a small village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Mirabel. She had spent most of her life in this quiet place, tending to her family’s gardens . The trees were old, their branches heavy with fruit every season. Mirabel’s father often told her that the garden was a reflection of their own lives sturdy, weathered by storms, but always resilient.But last winter, a fierce storm ravaged the land. Winds howled and rain poured for days, destroying homes, flooding fields, and uprooting the trees of the garden . Mirabel’s father, weakened by age, stood by the wreckage of the garden with tears full in his eyes, but he refused to give up. "We’ll rebuild," he had said. But now, with him gone, Mirabel was left to carry on that promise alone.