The opening of the thin baby blue satin curtain led me to the endless circle of my life.My name is Salvia after the flower , one can say it depends on the colour as a blue salvia stands for 'Thinking of you' while the red salvia means 'forever yours' .
As i walk down through the hallway of my room and down the staircase i could smell the beautiful aroma of mom's famous dish palak paneer which she learnt while she went backpacking across asia with father.
Walking inside the kitchen i notice my little siblings Chris who was 14 years old and our youngest Rose who was 8 years old.Although the were my siblings the look nothing like me but infact i was the one who look nothing like my family.
Everytime i question my parents (John and Maria) the would laugh it off or told me not to read too much fictional stories.Since our family live at the countryside in Rye,East Sussex. This small town an hour or two drive from London and is filled with cobbled lanes with enchanting names like Mermaid Street and Wish Street that just sounds so magical .
After an eventful breakfast with my lovely family I quickly change my cozy home clothing into my work clothes and as the clock strikes 8:30a.m. i rode towards my small flower shop in the village with my very old bicycle that I've had since seventh grade.
Being a 20 year old college student i decided a summer ago to earn myself my monthly expenses inorder to release some of the burdern off my parents although I knew they wouldn't think like that.
Reaching to my small flower shop and also the only one in town I rearrange the flowers and put out some for display outside.Carrying on with my work I was keeping myself busy when the doorbell ring indicating that a customer was there, looking up from where I was sitting I came in contact with the most beautiful pair of baby blue eyes that held so much beauty in them.The man cleared his throat which brought me out of my frozen state.Composing my structure I gave him a warm smile that i always offer to every customer I've had and ask 'Hello sir, how may I help you?'.He remained quiet , after a few seconds he open his mouth but nothing came out, i could see that he was having trouble so i again ask him 'Are you perhaps looking for a particular flower?' after that he look to the right and pointed at the blue Salvia and ask 'What's the name of those ?' I smile widely and say 'Salvia, sir' his eyes became wide and said 'Isn't that another word for???' and that made me grin .'Well sir if one would say yes but it is mostly pronounced as Sal-via so '... he nod as to show he understood.
As he didn't continue I initated the next conversation and say 'Sir the blue Sulvia you pointed means 'Thinking of you' if you are perhaps to meet someone you've not seen in a long time i would suggest these to you' he seemed pleased and then ask 'What is your name younglady?' .With a wide smile plaster on my face i answered him 'Salvia , sir' then to my surprise his eyes became wide and teary , I became worried and confused 'Sir, is there something wrong?Did i say something you didn't like?..' he shook his head.
Since this man was at an age where he could me my father I tend to show respect so the thought of offending him made me worried.After a minute of silence he spoke 'No dear , I will take twenty of the blue ones that you showed me' and gave me a warm smile.After packing his flowers I gave him the bill and he was ready to be on his way but then befoe he was out he turn back with one single look , a look i could not read nor understand but all i could see was a hint of guilt and worry.
After the event I spent the day as normal and then went home afer i tiring day. After dinner i played with my siblings for a while and the get ready for bed , but the only thing is that i didn't know what was going to happen to me in the next few hours that would change my whole life upside down.