Summer's Winter

Chapter 8 - Tucker

My mom was finally ready to tell me that Anise would be coming over soon to give us flowers. The same flowers she brought to us last week. I don't understand why my mother liked these flowers. I don't see any symbolism to it. It is just a damn flower. I don't care what flower is it. It's not practical and not even flattering. 

Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. I already knew it would be Anise at the door. I groaned as I got off of bed ran downstairs and opened the door. Her hair looks more neat now. She smells great. She has some perfume on for sure. She still wears that annoying shirt and short combo. She smiles showing her god knows horrendous teeth. 

"Hey, your mom orders flowers again," she said. 

I grabbed the flower from her, not even wanting anything from her. I placed the flower in the clear vase. I can feel her glance at me when my back is facing towards her. She looked at me one last time before I closed the door. Her eyes are shining with the summer breeze. I'm not falling for that though. She looked like she wanted my attention. Like, look how she tried to dress up for me. She is wearing scrubs, not even neat for me. 

"Thanks," I said.

I closed the door. I don't want to talk with her. First of all, she stalked me and I feel like she still stalks me to this present moment. Second, She was always trying to show off and we know that I am better. Third, why doesn't her mom bring the flower instead of Anise? Doesn't her mom only have a flower store to manage and not anything else? 

Dad is too busy dealing with his business and Mom is still working with a client. They are hard-working people. I don't think Anise's mom is the same. She only has a flower store to rule. Also, I thought it was weird for my mom to suddenly become the #1 regular at the flower store Anise's mom owns. 

A few moments later, my mom arrived home. She rushed past me and went to the flowers. She counted the flowers and sniffed them. I thought it was weird because the flowers looked like toes to me. Just imagine your mom smelling toes. We don't want that. I wonder what my mom sees in those disgusting white flowers. 

"Mom, what do you like about those flowers?" I asked. 

"Well they are pretty," My mom said before going in for a second sniff. 

"What do you see in them?" I said. 

My mom sighed and looked at me. 

"It reminds me of your dad, the way we met, the way we forgive, and the moments we have together." My mom said. 

"I don't understand what you mean Mom," I said. 

"Soon you will find out, you are still too young to understand. Once you find something that you like, it will follow you everywhere taking shape of any form." My mom said and walked to the kitchen. 

Does that mean my dad is a flower? I still don't get it. She loves my dad and she was talking about her love taking any form. What. I still don't understand. If it's about lovey-dovey stuff then that's not me. I don't want anyone. I don't need anyone. I can stand for myself. I don't see how my mom can see a part of Dad in these flowers. I ran to the kitchen after looking at the white flowers. 

"How do you see Dad when you look at the flowers?" I said. 

"You are going to not understand this one either. When you fall in love, your partner's actions, gifts, and personality will show up everywhere in your life. It can show up with just a touch of water or a touch of flowers." My mom said. 

Yeah, I still don't get it. My mom chopped up garlic for the garlic pasta. I love garlic pasta, but it just ruins my breath. My breath will be stinky after this. My dad arrives home. He looked at the flower at the entrance and then looked at my mom. These couples are weirding me out. I think they fell into peace too because when my relatives hacked the window and the car's tires in Missouri they didn't have time to look at each other like this. I look at both my parents in disgust. 

"Can we just eat now?" I said trying to burst the bubble. 

"Alright," My mom said. 

We all helped carry the dishes from the kitchen to the dining room. We ate, and we felt this peace of happiness. We never had that in Missouri. I hope that my uncles and aunt don't figure out we live here. I would hate to see them again.