The scene where Lydia is separated from her parents and grandmother is sad, but the train station is still quite affectionate.
Compared to a large, dark train station in an unfamiliar city.
The scene where Lydia looks at the train station without any narration makes our hearts sink infinitely.
But in the very next scene, Lydia says something surprising.
Judging from the shabby exterior of the store, it is clear that the uncle who is raising his nephew is not very well off, but Lydia says that “the light is shining down on him.”
That's because of the flower pot.
Lydia, whose heart is pounding as if the flower pots have been waiting for her, is about to begin something amazing.
Because Lydia is a strong girl.

The house where Lydia lives with her uncle begins to brighten.
It was thanks to the bright light that followed Lydia, the small tree that Lydia had obviously decorated, and above all, the attention Lydia paid to her uncle.
Lydia writes poetry for her uncle and creates stories while kneading bread with her employees.
Before I knew it, there were flower pots in the kitchen.
I guess my uncle, who has no wife or children and is a man of few words, still doesn't smile.
The uncle's bluntness and shadow are fully shown by the dilapidated rooftop.
Lydia hatches a secret plan.
I don't know what it is, but my uncle says it's something to laugh about.
Meanwhile, in front of Uncle's shop, there are many flower pots that Lydia has been tending, and the shop is bustling with customers looking at the flowers or buying things.
Warm illustrations and concise text portray this remarkable movement without being overly dramatic.

“I’m so happy I could burst!” The stairs leading up to the rooftop, where Lydia finally completes and reveals her secret plan for her uncle, make our hearts flutter.
To our surprise, the rooftop was a flower paradise! Even we, the onlookers, were amazed, so how much more so must Uncle! (You can tell by his expression.) Lydia said, "I tried to capture all the beauty my mom, dad, and grandma taught me."
The beauty of growing flowers in an empty flowerpot, the beauty of cultivating hope even in despair, that was Lydia's strength.
In the end, the uncle's heart is also moved.
My uncle responded with a meaningful gift, “as much as a thousand smiles.”
With a “great cake” covered in flowers.

The day Lydia returns home, the hug between Lydia and her uncle is heartwarming.
Now Lydia will return home.
It's the same train station as when I arrived, but now it's bright.
As befitting a gardener who “never lets go of her work,” Lydia will be busy again.
Lydia will cultivate that vast land into a garden, a place of hope.