CHAPTER 74- CENTURIES OF LOVE

DAISY

There was a lot of bread and soup on the table where it was set. I did not know how it took my mother so little time to set the table including me. The food looked scrumptious and my mother immediately started to water. I wondered where they got all the ingredients from since the whole place was made of daisies and some roses. I refrained from asking the question because it might come off as intrusive.

“I used to make this meal for you all the time when you were younger, Daisy.” My mother said as she sat down on the seat in front of the table.

I laughed at that because that was not even possible. I was a baby when they died. How could they have been able to feed me bread and soup? I was supposed to be surviving off breastmilk and water.

“I was a baby then. How did I eat it?” I asked her with a little humour in my tone. I watched as her eyes locked with my father’s eyes, and then the colour in her face drained. My heart squeezed.

“What is wrong?” I had a feeling something was