In a small town in Mexico, Luna and her mama tended to their beautiful garden.

They grew roses, lilies, and bright marigolds. 'They are for everyone to enjoy,' Mama said.

One day, Luna's mama did not come home. Luna waited, her heart growing heavy.

The village whispered of a deep sadness, where some women had gone missing.

Luna asked, 'Where is Mama?' The neighbors shook their heads, eyes filled with tears.

Abuela hugged Luna. 'We must be strong, like the flowers,' she said through her sadness.

The garden became Luna's solace. She cared for it, whispering to the flowers like Mama did.

Luna learned that love never disappears, it transforms - like seedlings to blooms.

Every year, the town held a ceremony for those lost, the garden's beauty standing in their memory.

Luna became a voice, telling stories of the missing, like seeds spreading in the wind.

The garden grew wide and wild, a rainbow of hope against the pain, a place of peace.

And though Luna's heart ached, she found courage in the beauty that remained always.