{Completed} Traveling to the New World is an adventure one sought to find. A young woman who knew nothing but medical knowledge surely didn't expect to travel through the rough oceans and document her story of what she dreamed of seeking. She expect...
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The early morning in London was the same as usual. Fresh bread ready to bake, stores opening and people walking out of their homes and greeting others. Even the clinic's strong alcohol scent hit the air as a young woman opened the door wide for patients. It wasn't much in London but there were certain traditions to follow when becoming of age.
Of course, the young blonde girl thought of it ludicrous. But let it be as she sterilized her tools and organized them before walking out to bring herself bread with some pies in hopes to eat breakfast. She smiled kindly to those who greeted her as she greeted back.
"Good morning," she smiled at the baker and grinned as the baker already prepared a large loaf of bread.
"Good morning, Diana," the short large man smiled. "The usual? Or would you like to try strawberry pie today?"
"That sounds great, thank you," she nodded, looking back to the busy streets as every store opened. She looked back to the baker and thanked him for the pie, paying for it.
Walking down the streets has become predictable as she knew the roads like the back of her hand. However, she couldn't help but want to do something exciting for a change. But nothing can come of it as she was only a medic in her father's old clinic.
She won't start with a sob story or explain what happened to the man. He was proud, nice, and strong. He passed away from old age but left behind his prized treasure to his daughter. Diana felt heartbroken at first but soon grew to admire her father's love and strength and continued moving forward.
Diana sighed, shaking her head as she saw the bell on her door swinging, knowing someone was already inside. Sadly looking at her breakfast, she stood up straight and walked inside.
"Good morning, how can I help you today?" Diana gently placed her basket to the side and sat in front of an old lady who softly smiled at her.
"Good morning, dear. My! Beautiful in the mornings too," the woman chuckled before wincing.
Diana's eyes softened and gently raised her hand. "What seems to be the problem?"
The woman sighed. She was already at her age where she can be forgetful and careless when it comes to working. Her husband already reprimanded her for working too hard but she refused to give up until she was buried 6 feet underground.
"My hand, I burned it with my teapot nothing more," the woman explained, raising her pale wrinkly hand to the young girl.
Diana lightly grasped it, looking at the red burn on her hand. She turned to her study and grabbed a bag. She was glad her father had connections to the trades coming into London as she have received so many herbs from many lands.
Grabbing the long Aloe vera plant, she grabbed a knife and skinned it, feeling the cold substance stuck on the plant. Grabbing a plate, she scooped the cream and ground it before walking over to the woman.
