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Chapter 1

✯ ~ ✯Oh Pen. You dropped your pen.✯ ~ ✯

I'll never forget the day that I opened my little shop, Amelia's little shop.

I remember I was ecstatic. I was jumping up and down, with joy filling my whole body. I was so proud of myself. Proud of something that I had managed to achieve. All alone. With determination as my only company.

I would open a shop. And I wouldn't fill it with flowers. No. It's better to not cut the flowers. It's better for us to admire them, to smell them, to not touch them.

The shop that I would open, would make people happy. Because I would fill it with my herbs. The herbs that I was saving  all these years, in my backyard and my greenhouses.

Yes, I had decided, and I couldn't wait for the day and time that I'd have my own little shop. I knew so much about each herb. The books that I've read, I've learnt them all by heart. And I had collected so many small bottles that they couldn't fit in my bedroom anymore.

My mother had created a bank account for me, years before, and she had been saving money there for me to get when I would grow up. Well, until the day she couldn't anymore. Anyways, the amount that she had managed to save was incredible. I'd never think she would do such a great job. And I'm so proud of her. That's what I'll do for my children, if I ever have.

When I first laid eyes on the building that I'm now able to call mine, I was mesmerized.

The boxes, containing my herbs, were waiting in the middle of the shop. It was a small place, tiny, but it was good enough for me. And it had so many shelves! In one corner there was a small staircase leading in a not-so-big room upstairs. The small window in it had a view of Lake Crescent and her deep, sparkling blue waters.

I had managed settling everything really fast. The room up the stairs, I turned into a mini library for me to read my books at noon when I'd close the shop for 3 hours and then re-open it till the afternoon.

It was spring, the season I love the most. I had so many things to do for my shop though, that I wouldn't be able to really enjoy it. But I wasn't complaining. I was lucky enough to acquaint two friendly souls from the jewelry shops nearby. They've helped me a lot. They even told me where to get the best paints and everything else that I needed for my shop.

The first thing I bought was a large box of paint with a rosy color and with it I painted the outside of my shop. The outdoor window, the one that faces the road, I covered with the color azure, azure of the sky. It was intense, bright, a piece of the sea and the sky. And the window shutters and the frame I also painted azure, as well as the wooden door of the shop. Then I found an old ladder and tied up on it bunches of fresh seedings I had with me, that needed the caress of the sun to dry. At the first step hang a bouquet of gray sage, at the second a bouquet of purple lavender and at the third a string of small, dark orange peppers. I had secured the ladder beside the azure window to beautify the shop. Then I took small steps back, to admire my work. Voices of joy rested in my body.

But there had been something missing and I knew exactly what. A small pot with a scarlet geranium. When I had finally found one, I touched it on the ground next to the entrance of the shop, and I literally yelped from excitement, clapping like a child.

My little shop seemed like someone had pulled out of my dreams, it's just... just that it needed a sign. A sign that would write with simple letters...

Lia's little shop?

No, no.

Little shop with herbs?