She is the eldest daughter of the Vasileshe family. She was born with a disease and her life is like a thread.
The flower field is her little world, and her younger siblings are the people closest to her heart. She watered flowers, painted, made cakes, knitted bracelets for her younger brother, and sought justice for her younger sister. She used her remaining strength to make every day a gift.
No one thought she would leave so suddenly.
On an ordinary night, she took a bath, changed into a white dress, threw gardenia seeds out the window, put the unfinished painting in her arms, and then fell asleep quietly.
This is her story. It is also the story of a group of people growing up after losing her.
Intention: Gentleness is not weakness, it is knowing that you are short-lived but still blooming with all your strength.