I felt a dull ache in my head, causing me to toss and turn uncomfortably. It was as if I feared the wax might drip onto my hands.

In a haze, I murmured, "Mommy, does it hurt?"

She said something, and her voice echoed persistently in my ears.

A warm hand gently clasped mine, guiding me through winding paths, past a towering tree surrounded by vibrant flowers, until we reached a small tree.

"What kind of tree is this, Mommy?" I looked up at the short tree.

"An almond eucalyptus tree. It’s the tallest tree, do you remember?" Holding a package, she began to dig into the soil under the tree.

My head throbbed. I tossed and turned in bed.

"Chlo, wake up." A gentle voice called out to me.

I mumbled, trying to open my eyes, but I couldn’t.

"Chlo... wake up."

The voice grew clearer.

Yet, my mother's voice continued to echo, "It's the tallest tree. Remember this, okay?"

"Chlo, wake up." I felt a large hand gently tapping my cheeks.

Startled, I abruptly opened my eyes.

My head was po