All For A Daisy

Chapter 4

            Delilah tossed the comb and brush to me. "Fix your hair, it's all tangled," she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.

            I vigorously brushed my hair and combed my hair. I opened the window so my hair would dry faster. Luckily, my hair wasn't the type that got frizzy. I fixed the heel on my sandal and made sure it was secured. I checked my hair in the side mirror. I pulled out my lip gloss and glossed each lip once.

            Before I knew it, we were at my house. I swung open the door and got out.

            "Thanks, Lala! I owe you!" I called before I shut the door. I had the box, the key, and the daisy in my hands to carry and my bag of clothes in the other. I put them down on my porch swing and waved at Delilah.

            In her car, I saw her point to her eye, make a heart with her hands, and pointed at me, and mouthed, 'I heart you'. I did the same and added my two fingers at the end so I mouthed, 'I heart you too'. I waved goodbye and she backed out of my driveway quick and stepped on the gas. Before I blinked, she was already gone.

            I knocked on the door and waited for my dad to open.

            He swung open the door and saw me with my arms full. He grabbed the box out of my hands and we both went upstairs and to my room.

            "You can put the box right here," I said while pointing at the table. I just threw my bag of clothes in my closet.

            I let myself collapse on my bed, face down. "I am so tired," I said into my sheets. But it sounded like, "Mmm oh ire."

            But surprisingly, Dad understood. "I know," he said and sat down next to my aching body. "So, what happened today?"

            I lifted my head up and explained, "I found the next letter at Rosalie's Corner Store and it wasn't easy."

            "Want to talk about it?" he asked.

            "No, not really," I honestly said. "But, I know I will have to tell you sooner or later."

            He chuckled. "Yeah, that's true."

            "Okay, so Rosalie's granddaughter had a daisy in her hair. So, I took this as a hint. And she ended up having the key around her neck. Then, I had to look through shelves of jewelry boxes. Then, I found this box," I told him as I pointed to the box. "'I love you' was engraved on the key and my name was carved into the jewelry box."

            My dad smiled. "This boy's really thoughtful," he commented.

            "Oh, that's not it!" I stopped my dad. I lifted my wrist in front of his face. "He gave me this! It has real diamonds on it!"

            My dad's mouth opened and started to examine it. "Oh goodness. These diamonds are real."

            "I know!" I sighed and my eyes fell on my bracelet. "And I'm afraid I'm falling in love with a guy I don't even know," I said under my breath.

            My dad put his arm around my shoulder. "Just listen to what your heart's saying and you won't go wrong," he advised.

            "Thanks, Dad," I said while I wrapped my arms around him.

            There are times that I know I needed my mother for but my dad was trying my best. That's what meant so much about the advice he gave. And for me, it would always be enough.