Mama in the garden

I wake up from my afternoon nap. Papa collects me and we sit quietly for a while for me to really wake up. Then I realise, I don't see mama. Where is she? I walk around. Then my papa shows me: look, mama is working in the garden!! Now it is good.

When I wake up in the afternoon, my mama often has brown hands: I think she often works in the garden while I sleep. Perhaps it is her way of resting.