Broken fragments of a lost soul

The Girl who cared to love was the woman worthy of Love

"Reality is harsh but stick to it if you wish to never lose yourself to false imaginations" Strange. Why was such a philosophical quote hanging on the door of the flower shop? Slightly curious, Amelia rung the rusted bell for assistance. What followed was a string of curses and a knife just barely missing Amelia's forehead. Luckily, Amelia dodged in time. A woman in her mid-twenties rushed in, looking apologetically at the frightened girl.

"Pardon my manners miss. My mother decided to pay a little visit today and almost killed you in the process while trying to cut some weeds." The woman almost gritted out, glaring behind her ever so slightly. The woman, otherwise identified as Idalaide, almost facepalmed herself for chasing her customer away with her mother's foolishness. Surprisingly, Amelia smiled faintly at Idalaine and shook the incident off. Idalaine, clearly overjoyed, rushed to show her collection, almost tripping in the process.

"Thank you so much for staying m-

Amelia. My name is Amelia." She interrupted Idalaine softly.

"Oh! Pardon me yet again Amelia. Referring to you as miss hasn't been very polite of me. I'm afraid today is just not my day." Ida sighed, actually facepalming herself in the process. Amelia watched in amusement as Ida muttered to herself, saying words that weren't entirely kid friendly. She understood that the dramatic yet kind lady voiced her frustration out by cursing and that she can easily relate to.

"My name is Idalaine by the way but please call me Ida. That name is just too bloody hard to spell or pronounce. Anyway, I never really asked what type of flowers you wanted." Ida admitted embarrassed.

Realization flashed in Amelia's eyes as she remembered the real reason why she came here.

"Oh my apologies. I was looking for a couple of different flowers actually. Here's the list." Before Amelia could hand the list to Ida, Ida's mom rushed in.

"Ida how dare you leave me to deal with those, those monsters!!! Go cut them off before I die from their constant groping. One of them touched my bu-

Now now that's enough mother. I do not think our dear customer needs to know your endeavours with the flowers, not monsters I assure you, flowers." Ida quickly put an end to her mother's scandalous talk with a snickering Amelia beside her.

"How about you help Amelia while I cut them off mother?" Ida said in exasperation. She knew her mother was more than capable of handling the shop but her constant use of wit could be tiresome, especially when customers hardly paid a visit.

Her mother beamed. "Your wish is my command!"

Ida could not help but roll her eyes as she walked back inside to complete her mother's unfinished business.

"Now darling how may I assist you?" Ida's mother asked Amelia with a kind smile.

"I was looking for a couple of flowers to gift."

"Any special occasion?" The woman asked Amelia with a suggestive glance.

Amelia caught sight of her nametag. "For my mother and father Mrs. Ebonite" Amelia replied happily.

"Dear please call me Darleen. No need of formalities." Darleen replied while looking through the list meticulously.

"What a unique yet marvelous selection you made dear. All these flowers would make a lovely gift. Is it their anniversary?"

Amelia smiled faintly. "Its actually my birthday."

Darleen halted for a minute and then resumed on her quest to complete the list.