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Veronika didn’t ask questions. She didn’t say what’s wrong? or why don’t you speak? Instead, she simply worked. She dug a small trench, laid the sad potato inside, and covered it with dark earth.

From then on, the garden became their language. When Eliska was angry, she yanked weeds. When she was sad, she planted marigolds. Veronika never tried to fix her or fill the silence with advice. She simply offered a space where healing didn’t need words. veronika pagacova

“You don’t have to talk,” Veronika said. “You just have to watch.” Veronika didn’t ask questions

“It kept its promise,” Eliska whispered. Her voice was rusty, like a door on old hinges. Instead, she simply worked

One afternoon, Eliska’s ball rolled into Veronika’s garden. When the little girl hesitantly followed it, she found Veronika kneeling in the soil, holding a shriveled, brown potato.