Shin walked around the small house a bit, taking his time. He looked
around, noticing all the details that have changed since he's been gone.
Different vases of different flowers were in different places. Things were
a bit dustier, and certain objects, seemed to not been touched at all since
he left, like the remote. He figured that everyone was just to busy, and
mom was just too weak to clean all the time, and he wasn't around to run
some errands. But, he knew that his mother, no matter how she was feeling,
would always take the time to manage, and care for her flowers. The was the
family business... From the harbor, to selling flowers. He always thought
that was ironic. But that is just the way things became, the way his mother
liked it, and he had no objections.
She wasn't in any of the rooms, so, he figured she was in the other side of the house, where the shop was, getting prepared for the morning customers. And, sure enough, as he opened the heavy door, leading to the giant room, full of hundreds of different flowers, she was behind the desk, fixing the very old register. The door used to lead out to a large area of land they owned, with a tree or two growing by the side of the house. He could remember playing around them when he was very little, but things changed, and now a few windows were gone, no more trees, and there was a flower shop attached to his home. The sacrifices they made after dad died... he would always think about. Mom turned the extra bathroom by his room, into a very large green room, where he could remember mother sitting in there, for hours on end, gardening with Sayoko... They would often ask for his assistance, thus he learned flower arrangement. And when money went short, mom used her talents to full extent, with Sayoko helping her, her and her weak heart, and his brother-in-law managed the harbor, letting himself be free to be a trooper, and then a collage student. Now he was a graduate, and the countless hours of him having to cook for himself when mom was too sick, and Sayoko running the shop, really paid off, and now he has a good job as a chef. He smiled. If no one else enjoyed his cooking, he knew Shuu would. He missed Shuu...
"Shin??" he snapped out of his trance, and smiled widely. He walked onto the hardwood floor, and he shut the door carefully behind him. He should of put his shoes back on, walking on wood in slippers can be slippery, but he didn't give it much thought.
"Morning, mom!" he said, cheerfully, walking around all the tables of plats and vases, making sure he didn't slip. He looked around the shop for any changes too, and yes, there were some. He stopped walking, noticing the watercolor paintings all over the right wall. "Since when did you paint mom?" this bothered him. He never knew anyone in his family to paint anything before in their lives. And these were beautiful, but they didn't have the money to buy something like that... He heard his mom laugh, and soon he felt her hug him tightly from the side. He smiled.
"I didn't paint them, silly... Hiryuu did." he stared down at her slowly aging self.
"Hiryuu??" "Yes. I hired her to help me, Sayoko can't stay here forever." "..."
Who was this... person... taking the place of my sister?
She wasn't in any of the rooms, so, he figured she was in the other side of the house, where the shop was, getting prepared for the morning customers. And, sure enough, as he opened the heavy door, leading to the giant room, full of hundreds of different flowers, she was behind the desk, fixing the very old register. The door used to lead out to a large area of land they owned, with a tree or two growing by the side of the house. He could remember playing around them when he was very little, but things changed, and now a few windows were gone, no more trees, and there was a flower shop attached to his home. The sacrifices they made after dad died... he would always think about. Mom turned the extra bathroom by his room, into a very large green room, where he could remember mother sitting in there, for hours on end, gardening with Sayoko... They would often ask for his assistance, thus he learned flower arrangement. And when money went short, mom used her talents to full extent, with Sayoko helping her, her and her weak heart, and his brother-in-law managed the harbor, letting himself be free to be a trooper, and then a collage student. Now he was a graduate, and the countless hours of him having to cook for himself when mom was too sick, and Sayoko running the shop, really paid off, and now he has a good job as a chef. He smiled. If no one else enjoyed his cooking, he knew Shuu would. He missed Shuu...
"Shin??" he snapped out of his trance, and smiled widely. He walked onto the hardwood floor, and he shut the door carefully behind him. He should of put his shoes back on, walking on wood in slippers can be slippery, but he didn't give it much thought.
"Morning, mom!" he said, cheerfully, walking around all the tables of plats and vases, making sure he didn't slip. He looked around the shop for any changes too, and yes, there were some. He stopped walking, noticing the watercolor paintings all over the right wall. "Since when did you paint mom?" this bothered him. He never knew anyone in his family to paint anything before in their lives. And these were beautiful, but they didn't have the money to buy something like that... He heard his mom laugh, and soon he felt her hug him tightly from the side. He smiled.
"I didn't paint them, silly... Hiryuu did." he stared down at her slowly aging self.
"Hiryuu??" "Yes. I hired her to help me, Sayoko can't stay here forever." "..."
Who was this... person... taking the place of my sister?