Jack Gilinsky live in a tour bus. As a musician, he tend to move place to place and time to time. Busy schedule leave him not time for romance relationship.
But he thought wrong.
He met a classy girl from a small town in southwest Sheffield. When Ja...
I heard my alarm goes off exactly at 6. I have to get up and gone to shower.
"Mom, what can I help you with?" I grab my apron from the hanger and put it on. I wash my hands on the sink before I join my mother.
My mother is working on the pie batter. I follow what my mother's doing and put all the batters on the pie mold as a pad before filling them with filler and topping.
"Can you please put them in the oven, sweetheart?" My mother asks.
"Of course, Mom." I answer with a very thick accent. Some people are impressed with my British accent. Including my soft voice mixture with the accent. They said I make a good intonation.
"Can you help with making the filler? I'm going to make the basic ones. You can make whatever flavor you want." She said, smiling at me.
"I honestly been thinking about making a new flavor. We can use it from our garden. We never make grape flavor. Can I try it, just once?" I said, pleading with my puppy eyes.
"Of course, sweetheart. Go gather the grapes from our garden. I believe your father is out there." She encourage me. I always love her for being so open about new things.
I smile widely and take off my apron, literally run to the back of our house. We have so much space that we use for planting fruits and vegetables. It's started from my father's fond of the planting technic. From there, step by step he grows them. Because of his hobby, now we own several fruits and vegetables plants.
At the front garden, it's my mother's land. My father is off limit. At the front, there is just beautiful lilies, but any color of lilies.
Me, I'm just enjoying both of their hobbies. It was so refreshing watching them planting and helping one another. In the morning, I love looking at the front garden, beautiful lilies all over our garden. When it's time to harvesting, I love helping my parents picking them and cutting them off their stem.
"Hey, babygirl. Do you need anything?" My father ask as soon as he saw him approaching him.
"I want to get the grapes, Dad. Can I?" My father would not let me down at any point.
"Sure. Do you want me to help you?" He give me a basket and a small sciccor, but believe me, it's very sharp. You wouldn't want to mess with it.
"No, it's okay. I can manage." I give him an assuring smile and he nods.
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We carry as much as pie and pudding we could with out hands. After three hours, we are done with the making and baking. Now, it's time to opening the store.
Our store is not big, my mother and I is the only person that served our customers in the morning. By the noon comes, there is three more employees work here. Two girls and one guy.
Mostly on saturday and monday. The weekends is always full.
I put the pie box on the kitchen counter. I quickly grab them out of the box. Once they are out, I bring them to the cake display at the front. I put them one by one sideways.
While I'm finishing putting the pies and puddings, my mother cleaning the kitchen area. Not really a kitchen, but to boil a water and put the dirty dish. Maybe more like a cleaning area for dishes.
"Mother, should we open the store?" I ask, walking to the kitchen to see her still wiping the counter.
"Yes, sweetheart. You can open it." She says, giving me her blessing.
I walk to the main door and flip the sign board that is hanging on the glass door. Letting customers know that we are open.
The first customer come as soon as I opened the store.
"Welcome to the Winterbourne café. How may I help you?" I greet the guest warmly. It's just been in my personality. My mother taught me to be a caring and well-behaved person from the start.
"Can I get a regular pie and green tea." The girl said.
"Take away or dine in?"
"Dine in, please." She said.
"Take a seat while I make your order. I'll bring your order to your table when I'm finished." I nod and smiled to the girl.
I process her order, put it in to the computer system. Then I grab a saucer to put the pie on it. After that, I walk to the back.
"I got it, sweetheart. Here is the tea." My mother handed me the cup of tea. I flash her a smile while saying 'thank you'.
I put them on the tray and bring them to the table the girl's ordered.
"Enjoy the pie and the drink." I bring closer the tray to my chest. My eyes meet the girl's eyes to show affection.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure." I then walk away from her table to let her enjoy her order.
My parents has this store for about twenty years. They build it together and raise it step by step until the store get known by the whole city. The citizen says Winterbourne Café is the best in town.
We have expended the store when it grows, when people start noticing this store. It was like a dream come true for my parents and myself. I'm proud to be the half owner of this store.
I carried their name in me. Wherever I go, people noticed me. It was like a dream to me. I carried their dignity, I keep it protected. I want to make them proud of me instead of letting them down. But as long as for now, they said they are proud of me.
"Hey." I got startled when I felt a hand on my back. The voice is just they way I love it from the day I born. "What are you thinking about, sweetheart?" She asks me with her melodius voice.
"Just life, Mom." I answer honestly. I never lied to my parents, simple, because I don't like to. Lying is just making life more complicated than it should be.
"What is it? Tell me, sweetheart." She said. Rubbing my back softly and smile at me. The sweetest and caring smile I've ever love in this world.
I glance outside of the store. "I will, Mom. After I serve this customer."
My mother look at me confusedly and was about to open her mouth, but close it again as she heard the door being open and another new customers coming in.
"I'll be in the kitchen." She take a leave and letting me handle the customers by myself.
"Welcome to Winterbourne Café. What can I help you with?" As my eyes meet their, my heart skip a beat.
What a beautiful creature human being doing here? Am I dreaming?
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