Anne entered the room and immediately felt it. The fresh scent of all the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. She found it so fascinating that she decided to make the moment a little longer. With the watering can in her hand, she gently leaned on her right shoulder against the door frame. And then it hit her - that was not just any flower aroma, that was the smell of her freedom. The greenhouse was the place where Anne could take a little rest from the world, all its problems, all the obligations, all the stress. While taking care of the plants inside, she felt like she was taking care of herself as well. And there the girl stood, for another minute or two, at the doorway, the entrance to her safe place.