I don't know how long I've been in this place. What I do know is that my eyes are treated to an incredibly beautiful sight. A garden surrounded by fragrant flowers. I remember that the scent of flowers used to make me feel nauseous. Not this time. Everything makes me feel comfortable, including the atmosphere.

There, I sit on one of the wooden benches. Next to me, a chubby-cheeked little boy sits while munching on popcorn. He says it's made by his dad and that I can have as much as I want. I ...