𝟏. 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒

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"Annie!"

Shouted Linda from downstairs.

"Time to wake up! The orchids have bloomed!

The 6-year-old woke up and jumped onto her stubby legs.

She ran down, to the back of her house, where she met with her father, drawing.

"Good morning father!"

Ann said while running past him.

Mr. Gardeon Grace smiled fondly at his little charming princess running for the backward to wash up.

Ann took her little basket with all her belongings, her toothbrush, her hair clip, and of course, her flute.

She ran past the great oak tree into the not-so-tiny stream which she called the evermore. The morning sun of 7 was up as she dipped both her feet into the waters to wash up her hands and face. As she did, she felt a slight weight on one of her shoulders.

"Laura? Or Lavender?"

She asked the little bird on her shoulder.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The bird replied

"Lavender! Good morning! I see you just took a bath innit?"

The bird chirped back. Both had a conversation before, Ann set back home along with Lavender picking up some seeds and flowers on the way home.

"Father!"

Said Annie when she saw her Father all dressed up with his hat. Meaning he's going somewhere.

"Where are you going?"

"To meet uncle Lormen, sweetie. Tell mom, that papa will be home by lunch"

Said Mr. Gardeon with a slight smile. He walked away with one hand on his hat and the other holding his suitcase.

Annie ran to her backyard garden to meet her mother.

"Mother, can Annie have French braids with these flowers today?"

Said Annie showing her mother the basket with small white flowers, which she took on the way back home after evermore.

"I will, but only if you do your chores today."

"Yes, Mother!"

Replied Annie with all her teeth.

"Now sit down"

Said Linda, moving a wooden box with her feet for Ann to sit on, as she stood up with Ann's basket in her arms.

She pulled her hairclip and combed Ann's hair out, which was an inch longer than last month, longer than her shoulders, and shorter than her back.

"Is it longer?"

Asked Annie in excitement.

"Yes, Darling! They are"

Annie giggled at the statement.

A mother and daughter moment, as sweet and pure as the heavenly waters from the highest peaks, down to the deep oceans.

As for Linda. Linda Grace previously from the south was an ace in all decks. From cooking to gardening, from painting arts to martial arts. All which Ann to name, Linda had it all.

Annie always tried her mother's shoes. Gardening she could excel. Baking not very, and Arts, of God, knows what. But she was happy, Happy that she was encouraged, that she was being better every day.

After the chit-chat, the mother and the daughter plucked all the orchids and sunflowers, some lavenders from the plot nearby, and apples from their family orchard and rode their way to the foundation square of Lillian valley on their little bike.

They went to the florist, and to the fruit shop, and sell out some of their flowers and fruits.

lastly to the Little Flower homes.

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