“Momma, why do the flowers grow there?” Sheila looked up at her mother as she pointed at the red tendrils spilling down the grey stone wall from which delicate lavender blooms and clover-like leaves clung.

“Because that’s where the flowers can get through from the other world.” Her mother smiled.

“Really?” Sheila’s eyes widened.

“Of course. See there?” Her mother pointed to where the flowers flowed along the horizontal crack between the stones in the wall. “If you squint, you can see the other side where there are lovely green meadows and the sun is shining.” She looked up at the clouds in the sky that matched the stone wall.

Sheila strained on her tip-toes trying to see through the crack. “Lift me up, Momma, please! I want to see.”

Her mother lifted her up and Sheila pushed her eyes up against the crack. Her face broke out in a smile. “I see it, Momma! It’s wonderful!”

When Sheila’s feet touched the sidewalk as her mother put her down, she reached for her mother’s hand. They resumed walking down the street. Behind them, it looked like a ray of light was highlighting the flowers trailing down the stones. But it was probably just a wishful thought before the rain.