FLOWER

CHAPTER 3.1

Today I know that I am alive. Every muscle reminds me of this with every movement. Including breathing. No personal trainer or rehabilitator has ever plowed me like these bushes. And here you have to open your eyes, drag four letters to the toilet. I get up. Ooooh. This is not a good idea. I put my feet on the floor. Ooooh. Grandmas in their 80s are doing better than me. He gets up. Ouch. It'll be all right. The first step. I grit my teeth. I have to move forward. Nastucja wake up with groans. She looks at me sleepily.

- I'm sleeping here. - She says through a yawn.

- And I'm fighting for survival.

- Please be quiet.-I fulminate her with my eyes, I can't afford anything else at the moment.

Nasturcja yawns in response and buries herself in the quilt. She has just taken up the entire surface of the mattress, how will I get my share back. I'll worry about that in a moment. First the base.

I clumsily make my way from the toilet when the smell of food overwhelms me and I follow a wonderful scent. I slowly, carefully sit down on a chair in the kitchen. Auć. The parents don't even hide their smiles. Watching me suffer and glaring, for which I scold them with my eyes. I'll manage today apparently taste, hoping for a bit of empathy.

- I have sore muscles because of you. - I'm speaking accusingly to parents.

- Don't blame us, it's not our fault. If you moved more earlier, you wouldn't have this problem. - My mother informs me, blending her gaze into the chair.

- You have delayed muscle soreness syndrome mistakenly called ... . - She said what she knew.- The build-up of lactic acid is not responsible for your ailment. - Were you not asleep just now? Too bad it's in the past! Already sitting next to me is my sister.-But.... - Reciting the rule like a kindergartner bragging to his parents about his knowledge of the alphabet.

- Nasturcja can add to this syndrome.- I look at my parents expectantly. - I feel sad to suffer alone.

- Actually, it's a great idea. - Mom smiles at me. I open my eyes wider. Her words come as a big surprise to me. - We have the basic things covered at home.

- That's great! - Dad announces happily, already rubbing his hands. - Then we'll get rid of the rest of the crap today.

- A pipe dream. - I mutter under my breath.

My little sister is leaning over me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and whispers ominously to mine ear.

- I will take care of you when we are left alone.

- What's the secret, we are a family after all.

- Nasturcja expresses its gratitude to me for arranging her assignment to such a wonderful job.

- Oh yes! You took it out of my mouth. - He chirps too happily, putting his arm around me. And most of all, he looks at our parents with a twinkle in his eye that I know well. Help!!! Don't be fooled by it.

Breakfast ends much too soon - the relentless bushes are calling again. I get dressed, which wakes up more muscles. Auć! To the best of my ability, I rush outside. I'm starting to get more practice at moving with pain.

Dad gets rid of the remaining larger plants with thick branches. My sister and I are removing young trees and bushes, which are definitely too many. We immediately take the plant shoots to one place. Of course, accompanied by my groans. Halfway through the day we have most of it covered. Our problem is protruding stumps. The tools proved insufficient to dream of leveling the obstacles to the ground.

Now I'm with my sister near a swamp and a pile of branches. We use pruning shears to cut everything into smaller pieces, which after drying will be suitable for burning tiled stove. Suddenly, a black car parks in front of the fence, next to my dad. Who abandons his previous grappling with the branch to look at the new arrival. The owner of the store emerges from behind the rolled-down window. I swallow the lump in my throat. I'm happy with the distance between us.

- Good morning.- Surprisingly, you can hear the conversation. - How's your day going? - The man asks carelessly, smiling from ear to ear.

- Good, but hard at the same time.

- You're going fast. - It's almost chirping

- With such wonderful helpers, it can't be otherwise. - Dad says with pride in his voice, glancing at us for a second.

Maybe Mr. Davis wasn't holding a grudge against us about yesterday. In fact, it was mainly directed at me, my father didn't do anything wrong to him. They will be able to go out for a beer and talk about educational problems. It's better for me to stay here. It's a pity I don't have anything to hide behind anymore.

- Who's that. -She asks sister.

- The father of the boy whose jewels I crushed yesterday. - I whisper.

- How did he find us? But does he want compensation?

- If you keep quiet, we will hear it.

- What are you, a bat?

- Focus. - She freezes for a moment.

- ..you can go there. I've been trying to buy this house for years, how did you succeed... -Says the man.

- Thorn ! Don't mislead me, I can't hear anything here. -My sister tells me with a hint of resentment in her voice and her arms folded around her chest.

- Hear enough! And don't clatter!- She snorts, turning her back to me.

Unfortunately, too lateźno, sthe car disappears over the horizon. We move towards dad. Ouch. Not so fast, at ease. The father's pleased face indicates good news. So no mention of yesterday's incident.

- Something happened?

- Nothing, little flower. However, we have a neighbour, this forest is the boundary of Connor's land. He let us walk through it. A very good man he is.

- And where does he live?

- About five minutes that way by car. - He pointed to the direction of the road that we had not yet traveled. - How about a break?

So we're coming back here today!!!But I'm barely alive, maybe someone will take pity on me? Where should I send this petition? I'd better get to bed right away.