A reminder of home. That's nice. Sort of like my friend's cookies! Or the necklace another friend made for me. Reminders of home.....

[She does miss it sometimes still. Well, more the people. The friends she had there. She might have her father and grandmother but this isn't necessarily the same as having her friends around. Even if she is making new friends here. She seems perhaps almost wistful for a bit, even as she waves back, glancing to the blossoms remaining on the branches.]

We can see them again next year. In full bloom.