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The Garden and the Sparrows

One day in my town there was a garden contest, all the ladies signed up to participate in it, the prize was a trip to the golden garden, the largest hanging garden in the world. Being a girl I couldn't participate, so I convinced my widowed father to do it. The town's lords made fun of my father without knowing that he did it so that I would be happy and secretly participate.
There were many comments, none of them prevented me from starting to grow my roses and the beautiful orchids that my grandmother loved so much. Six months until the garden was finished and the envy of the ladies began to be part of their daily lives, they all wanted to win.
What they said about my father hurt me, I didn't understand why I couldn't have a flower garden, but he motivated me to continue taking care of the plants. Every day he watched as the ladies got up to water their plants. The best thing is that each garden had to be different, with unique flowers. My father sculpted the image of my mother sitting in the garden surrounded by pink roses, a beautiful image that caught the attention of the birds, suddenly every day little birds and butterflies arrived, including a family of sparrows. The song of the birds was my alarm clock, every morning I took seeds to give to the sparrows and the rest of the birds. The ladies were attentive to my garden, the birds did not visit the other gardens, my father said that my garden was impregnated with sweet love.
One morning the jury arrived as a surprise, visiting each garden, the sparrows kept knocking on my window to wake me up, that surprise caught us all, you could see the ladies in pajamas and the worst thing was, they took photographs of everything. When the jury arrived at my garden they expressed the same words as my father, adding that the image of my mother was beautifully sculpted, carnations, daisies, roses and orchids and the delicate company of the family of sparrows impressed the jury that I did not hesitate to give the trip prize to my Father.
My garden will be called Sara after my mother's name, the same one that carried the dedication that was placed at the entrance to the town, my father honored the memory of his love, when the tickets for the trip arrived, it seems like there were two of them.
My greatest happiness, my father congratulated me, now imagine this girl in that hanging garden with her father and the best thing was there were sparrows flying throughout that golden garden, birds and butterflies.