Flower

2

"Ahhhh! I have never been so happy to see you before like I am now.", Mr. Miller says when I come through the bookshop door with two coffees.

He was going to grab a coffee, before I smacks his hand.

"Who said the coffee was for you?" Mr. Miller glares, and grabs the coffee anyway.

"And that's why you're not my favorite grandchild.", I hear him mumble.

I roll my eyes while smiling, and drink some of my coffee. I know I'm his favorite grandchild. He just don't want to admit it as stubborn as he is. He is sitting on the green couch, and I take a seat beside him.

"Where's Lily today?"

I take Lily with me when I work on the weekends. I don't like to send her to her friends or to the neighbors all the time. I get help from my friends sometimes too, but I don't like being a burden, and so doesn't she, so she comes to work with me often, and Mr. Miller doesn't mind either. He loves her.

I'm quiet before I answer. I know Mr. Miller isn't going be happy when I say this...

"Dad's home for the week."

A weak smile appears on my face, and I'm looking down to my coffee instead of looking into Mr. Miller's eyes. Mr. Miller don't like me being a "Mother" to Lily. He thinks that dad should be more home, but I understand my dad. He's hurting, like I am. I just don't show it as much as my dad do.

Mr. Miller takes my hand and squeeze it. I look up and he smiles, but it's sadness coming from his eyes. I know he miss my mom. I remember all the times when they would talk about all the books that exist in the world for hours. She was like a daughter for him. She really loved him. He had known her since she was little. My grandparents died when my mom was young, so we never got to know them, but Mr. Miller was a good replacement.

It's quiet in the bookstore. We don't get many customers at Saturdays. Saturdays and Fridays are when people like to party, but when Sunday hits, people that likes to read like to sit in our green couches and read, and maybe buy the books too. Some people come for study, but it rarely happens. I don't often see people from my school, but it's not like people take school seriously over there.

I don't understand why some people don't take school seriously. It's your education we're talking about here. You'll never get the opportunity to have a good career if you don't put your mind into it. It really annoys me.

Mr. Miller squeezes my hand, and my mind is on the right place again.

"I should go, and put some books away.", I said and squeezed Mr. Miller's hand.

He smils, before I walk up the stairs.

"Dahlia!! Where is the chair I like to stand on?"

I laugh, but it's not the real laugh. I used to place a hand over my mouth when I laughed, but it's been a while where I really laughed. Like laughing from my tummy, or laughing so hard that tears are rolling down my cheeks. I guess, I just don't want people to get worried if I don't fake it.

"I told you last time I would hide it if you'll stand on it again.", I scream from the floor over him.

He groans, before doing something with the cashier as I hear.

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After putting almost all the books away, and Mr. Miller was done with the cashier. We were ready to go home. Nobody was here today, and we're used to it when it comes to the weekend. I wonder why people like to party and get drunk so much? Something bad always happens on a party, and you'll just get hangover the day after. I don't understand the point of it.