𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

29

The trenchant floral scent tickles her nostrils affection and glee scintillates in doe eyes, glancing around at the shades of purple-bluish undertone tints with a veil of sun rays radiant over.

Light fresh fragrance balsamic her heart as she took a lungful breath of the blooms. Tips of her black side locks swept by her cheeks lips curled up to a blithe grin. She leaned her head curiously soft buzz of bees heeded in her ears as they toiled in the magnificent fields of lavender flowers.

Crouching down toward the blossom her small hands innocently picked up as many flowers as they could grasp in one hold. As soon they did the deed, winds mildly brushed against her cheeks as her legs swiftly hurried to meander along the side path, swinging her hands atop the soft petals with her fingertips. "Mama!" her voice pitched high to acquire her mother's attention

"Sì," her mother sighed. "Be careful. Non correre." She scolds gently.

Little Lisa nodded twice as she peered up, clutching the flowers to her side.

"What is it?" The Woman bent her knees down to get the same height as her daughter without worry about her grey pattern long dress getting dirty on the ground, brows drew in wonder.

Having the demure tone and soft gaze all for herself Lisa slowly holds out the blossoms, a rosy flush limn her willingness. "For you Mama," she said.

A big palm caresses her head affectionately before soft pairs of lips tenderly grazed her cheeks. " Lisa," taking hold of the flowers from the small hand's comfort drew her in as a smile hushed her essence. " What we talk about picking up flowers, " the woman implores without raising her voice. The lenient sweetness was still there to fill the hollow of unhappiness.

Though she knew her mother wasn't upset she parted her lips to affirm her point. "But they're pretty Mama like you," she mummer, casting her gaze down, hands clasped in front. "I want you to have them all."

An amused small laugh stems from discomfort. "Is that so?" The Woman hummed attentively, summing her rightful phrases for her daughter. "But my Little Lili, what will I do with a damaged flower when it's... lifeless?"

Dark eyes glance toward the flowers unruly in their beauty she hesitates for a moment. "But they're pretty. I want them."

Stubborn just like her father. Mrs. Manoban let out a deep breath as she stood up, outstretching her hands. She waited for her daughter to take, unwillingly small hands holding onto hers. "If you feel they're pretty and beautiful," they began to walk along the path. " Then you shouldn't hurt them," words solicit in Lisa's mind. "Take care of them."

"Take care of them?" the little girl mused to herself. "But, if I do that I won't be the only one to have it all."

The Woman looks down, her gaze softening seeing the apprehension of her daughters for losing her precious things. "Of course, you can have it all for yourself if you promise to admire and take good care of it. We can plant them in our garden only for you," she reassured. "How about that?"

"Admire..." An emotion of value, respecting things. A new word for her knowledge bucket this week. "Yes, I promise to take care of it." her eyes adored her mother's beauty. "Every pretty thing that's just like you Mama." The optimistic joy of moments treasured for her birthday sizing the big fervency of palms she twirls gleefully earning hearty laughs in return.

"Daddy," she mumbled as the suited man smiled at them in amusement.

"You're making her weak Lilith," her father's masculine voice joined their moments, sauntering forward he sighed. "Whatever she wants she can just have it however she likes. If she keeps caring, people will take my Little girl for granted."