“After a long while, the giant forest turned into a clearing. Up ahead, a large waterfall rushed into a giant pool. Rippling curls tumbled down the rocks, and the sunlight shone through the spray and made a rainbow in the mist. It was magic to see a rainbow close enough to touch and I reached out my hand.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” I said.
“Immaculate,” said Mama.
“It’s the Valley of the Tears,” I said with a smile. “A place where even the mountains cry”.”