Daisy is the soft-hearted mother of one with a dark past and an ex husband she's running from. She's spent the past six months building a new life for her and her daughter, Hope, trying to blend into the world around them. Her memories are tainted...
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The weekend had finally come. I had spent all week knocked off my feet at work and couldn't wait for these next two days to drag.
I strolled along the perfectly laid concrete path, my feet softly hitting the rough gravel, admiring the beautiful view from my house. My garden, at my new, old-fashioned, two storey home, was relatively big in size; it was predominantly grass, but there was a tiny footpath leading to the top. I stepped over onto the lush, freshly cut lawn and let my feet sink through the strands. Watching the insects fly past, and the sun blaze down onto me, I let myself feel free under the heat while Hope slept. It was exhilarating.
It was only seven am, surprisingly early for me on a weekend when I had no reason to be up, but once I was awake there was no going back. For some reason, my mind just could not switch off once it came alive. Sometimes it was a blessing in disguise, as it meant I could be up for work in a flash once the first blare of an alarm squealed into my ears. However, on days like today – when I didn't need to up before most the neighbours – it was frustrating. Usually I would occupy myself with a book, cooking breakfast, or baking. Today though, I opted for a stroll in the garden. I missed my old garden. The pretty flowers and the acres of land. But I didn't miss what I left behind with it.
I preferred not to leave Hope in the house alone, despite her only being a few metres away from me upstairs. It was difficult for me to truly relax knowing she was vulnerable and all alone. It was a fear that always lingered; initiating my strong protective instinct to kick in.
I continued my stroll to the top of the garden which ended in a sharp point. I imagined how stylish it would look with a patio and garden set; flowers planted down the side with some Cotswold stones. I always loved gardening. In our old home, when I was married to Robert, I would plant all day until I got pregnant. We could afford a gardener, as Robert was a multi-millionaire owning a well-established company, but I wanted to do it myself. I wanted a hobby. Especially once Robert said I didn't need to work when we got married. I still did for a while until he changed.
Once he became controlling, I had no choice to give in. Hope being born was a massive factor. He knew I'd do anything to protect our little girl, and despite being his blood, he would still threaten her little life. Anything just to hurt me.
Anyway, back to present day. I had only been in the house three months, so I hadn't had chance to tackle the garden. My main priorities were the interior of the house. Of course, it's proved difficulty with little money, but I've still managed to tidy the place up. Hope's bedroom was all pink - her favourite colour - with a white wooden framed bed and wardrobe. It was a small room, so her toys were in the dining room. In there I had an oak four-seater, with brown leather chairs, and ivory toned walls. I kept it simple because the lack of money, but it still looks traditional and comfy. We barely used the room apart from eating, so she had her own 'play corner' in there. Its nothing compared to the play room in our old house, a bit smaller but she loved it nevertheless.
