When the protagonist's father dies unexpectedly, her paternal grandmother takes her in. And they begin to live a life of fairy tales and story-telling that will make them both happy.
‘And Spring arose on the garden fair, like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast, rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.’ - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Like a mudslide, life can present itself with sudden changes, some permanent. We need to be able to adapt and adjust accordingly. Otherwise you'll be swept away by it.
‘And Spring arose on the garden fair, like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast, rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.’ - Percy Bysshe Shelley
He still remembers the little house at the foothills of the mountains and the day he discovered that the white-clad man owned so many things, including the swans. So many things but one...