Phoebe was being hugged. By her mother. She had to take a moment to process that as she hugged her back. "Of course I came" she said, "your my mother" she shook her head as her mother said she was beautiful. She had never thought she was, despite Ryan constantly calling her that. Pretty, sure, but not beautiful. Not like her mother standing in front of her.

phoebe looked around her tropical garden and couldn't help but smile. It had taken her ages of planning, and then what felt like hours of creating."its my pride and joy" she said quite truthfully