Children adore their parents from the moment they are born and even before they are born. Their link is mysterious. They cannot exist apart from each other. And in their absence, desire becomes an intimate companion. A guy working in the garden spots a little girl resting on a park bench, and the man does not take his gaze away from the little girl for the rest of the day. The man feared she was lost and called the relevant authorities because it was already night. Albert Fairchild was the keeper of the historic park in the city’s heart. He adored the garden in all its glory and couldn’t fathom his location without it.

Every day, he strolled around the garden, sat for a long time watering the grass, and collected debris. Albert approached the small girl and said hello, to which she replied that he was a stranger and she shouldn’t talk to strangers. “I wasn’t offering you anything, and I wasn’t recommending that you go anywhere; I just wanted to know where your parents were,” the gardener explained. “My mother left me on the other side of the road for a job interview, and I stayed here.” She urged me not to speak to anyone and to stay still. “I had juice and a cake, and she would be back soon,” the girl stated. Albert understood the mother, but he doubted that leaving a toddler alone in a public park was a good idea. “And what’s your name?” Albert inquired. “My name is Margaret, but my mother referred to me as Meg.” “I didn’t believe in fairies,” the child added.

“I believed in fairies because I saw them every day by the fountains,” Albert explained. Meg burst out laughing. “Well, I had to go because I had a lot of work, but if you need me, you can call me and I’ll come,” the guard remarked before leaving. Albert walked away, but his gaze remained fixed on Maggie; he continued gazing, thinking how nice it would be to have someone at his side. However, the gardener’s life did not proceed as planned, and he lost his family years ago. He had a varied life experience, yet the only thing he found attractive was the garden in which he resided. When he peered back after a few paces, he didn’t see Maggie. He began seeking her here and there, but she was nowhere to be found. Albert had assumed for a second that the little one was lonely like him and might consider him near after the mother had already taken the small one. He was intrigued by the child, and if he saw him again, he would surely spend a long time with her because she was one of those incredibly well-mannered children who could wait for her mother for hours without tiring.