Been a while since I did a flash fic. Enjoy!
Susan looked in the direction of the stairs as their teenaged daughter began making her way down. She noticed that her skin looked quite green as she sat down at the table.
"Good morning, dear," Susan greeted, though she sounded concerned.
"Good morning, Mum," the girl greeted back, not realizing how bad her voice sounded.
"Oh, dear," Susan said sympathetically as she began walking over to the phone. "I don't think you're going to be going to work today."
"Oh, but Mum, it's literally still my first week there. This is not going to look good on my employee record," her daughter moaned sadly. "Besides, I want to be with Dad,"
"I know, dear, but remember: Harry owns the business and is your boss. And of course, your dad. He's not going to hold this against you," Susan assured her.
Susan dialed the number to Harry's workplace.
"Hello? Harry's Housewares. This is Harry speaking," Harry said from the other end.
"Harry, I'm sorry, but our daughter is very ill today. She won't be coming in to work today," Susan told him.
"Aw, that's alright. You tell her to get some rest," Harry responded. "Everything here is under control."
"Thank you, dear. Have a good day. I love you," Susan said before she hung up.