My mother was right when she said that not all things go according to plans. She said they have their own ways of complicating lives. But all things, the easy and the complicated, also have their own ways of serving their purposes, and it shall make everything make sense one day.I couldn’t quite remember everything about my mother, except for those words. I was still young, but for some reasons, it stayed in my mind. I waited for that day. I waited for when all the things that happened to me would make sense, because I wanted to know why those happened to me. But it just got me waiting for so long. Apparently, sometimes, it takes a while. "Ma’am Daisy’s waiting for you in your office, Miss Aira," Janine, my assistant said. I paid a glance at her and she was smiling so brightly at me that it made me smile too. It was nice having a friendly face here in the shop.I nodded at Janine and left my unfinished bouquet to her. Sunday has been the busiest day of the week. The orders are a
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