FLOWER

CHAPTER 4.3

   I've just got a bowl to put away after dinner. Unfortunately, the drawer was resistant. It doesn't want to open. After giving way, the bottom of the drawer bends and a piece begins to fall away from the already poor structure.

- This is some crap!

- Róża! Here you go again! -Mum says with a note of warning in her voice.

- The drawer is suitable for firewood!

- It's best if you just burn it all up. - I close the drawer with a bang. I place the bowl on the counter with a loud clink of glass.

- You're now going to be lashing out after everything. Put it away.

- The drawer barely opens, the bottom is falling off!

- That's a reason for you to scream for me. What's going on with you lately? It's enough to simply tell your father. He'll fix it.

I go to my room, slam the door and lie down on the bed. In a moment I hear my sister walking towards me. You can hear the floor creaking. Opening and closing the door. He sits next to me.

- What is it?

- I don't want to be here, I want to go home!

- Me too. But no matter what we did, we got in here despite ourselves, along with them. For a while.

- What do they like here?

- I have no idea. There's something interesting. - She was interested in the leaflets on the bed.

- I don't know.

- What are they doing here? - She started looking through them carefully.

- They are lying down.

- There is boxing.

- Serious.

- They plan to resume gardening today.

- You have the gift of persuasion, sister. When you're ready?

Satisfied with my answer, she even flies on wings to get ready. I'm just relaxing. As soon as I hear the sound of footsteps, I get up as if I had been burned. Nasturtium smiles at me and throws clothes into my hands through the door.

- I won't be ashamed of you. You have to put this on.

- Seriously, I hate leggings.

- Okay, maybe you can exchange them for black tracksuits. The blouse is non-negotiable.

- Yes, sir!

I decided to give myself a longer moment before getting up. It will take her a while to get ready. I lie back on the bed as he disappears. I'm searching on the Internet. Sinking for far too long. I finally remember about boxing, quickly put on my clothes and going to her room.

Of course, I'm dressed and ready, and she stares regretfully at yesterday's leggings. Nothing is prepared. Even the smallest element of anything.

- You're kidding, right.

- I spent a lot of money on them. Every influencer recommends them. "From now on, only from Nicol."

- We will find you a better one.

- I feel cheated. - I'm taking the leggings from her.

- Go get ready. - With a sad sigh he obeys my order.

Of course, the sister does not disappoint. And hope lasts until the very end, throughout the entire spectacle of getting ready. The only variable today was the olive color. In the form of a set of leggings with a top and a delicate line. It's true that this color accent doesn't save the makeup, but it enlivens it. In quite a spectacular way. And she is the one who fears that I will embarrass her. So there's only one thing left for me to do. I encourage her to do a small session before she leaves. She is a very happy model. Working with her is pure pleasure.

The photos will be useful for blackmail, just have to wait. Her taste changes all the time. Which is what I'm counting on in this case. What's worse, it can be annoying because it's very difficult to find her a gift. This highly recommended lipstick has been out of fashion since yesterday, or worse yet, unavailable at the height of its popularity.I get it in my hands, I bring it to her proud of myself. And she speaks dispassionately.

- Where did you find such old stuff? They are still producing this? - My eyelid is twitching.

The quintessence of gratitude and joy flooded me. After all the hardship and sweat of fighting with the girl for the last copy. You regret that my grandmother didn't hit me on the head with something. Why do I need this self-defense? I have no use for it. And in front of me is my younger sister, who is already buried underground in her thoughts. I won't do anything to her in real life because my parents are there. Too much to clean up.dad is too heavy. At least my mother liked it in the end.