13/4/2018 0 Comments Morning giftsStory He left a daisy on her windowsill every morning before she woke up. Every morning she gave a smile when she met it opening the window. How romantic, she would think. Since her family moved to the neighbourhood, she received this gift. Ironically named Daisy Street, every corridor road grew daisys. Next door to her, it was by chance to have her bedroom window opposite his. A young love blossomed. He watched her smile every morning and wish her hand would hold his one day like she held the flower.
Pressing the doorbell, all anxiety settled in. A decade of knowing Sinclair from a distance, not a wave, wink or glance. Their lives were separate and parallel. Jacob worked for his uncle as a houseboy since he was 8 years old. He lived on Daisy Street with his ordinary parents, who died in an ordinary way. His father's younger brother was a mean fat brute. As sole gaurdian, he made sure to inherit his brothers home and abused his nephew to make sure he would never contest. The bouquet of daisy's was all he could afford and to let her know it was him who sent her a daisy's since she moved in. Looking through her dairy, each page corner had a white petal glued on each tip. For every flower she recieved she wrote a prayer. To meet this stranger, who was consistent in giving her a daisy everyday. The doorbell rang a few times before she got up. Dragging her feet purposely, she opened the door to find her prayer answered. Together ever since Sinclair opened her door, Jacob's life grew into a new purpose, to make Sinclair a happy woman. They had their struggles. Her parent's did not approve of their daughter being in love with the neighbours help. Fortunately, another decade later, Jacob's uncle died and everything that was wrong was put to its rightful order. Jacob inherited back his home and the family business. Their world was better than a dream. Now he rests on a tombstone and lets out a cold breath. Tugging at his front shirt pocket with thick knit hand mittens. He slowly pulls out a crumpled stemmed daisy and lay it flat on her plaque. He ironed out the wrinkles. He ironed it out the best he could. Then opened up her dairy and read out her prayers. From when he first gave her a daisy, to the last daisy petal she glued.
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