The comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee and the
floral, spicy scent of cinnamon from the bakery's homemade muffins that made
such a whole lot of their Saturdays happy. Sunlight streamed in through the
lace curtains, and swept up into the floor of the worn wooden planks.
The walls were plastered with bright posters and dream
catchers all hinting at a touch of her wild side—a bright, contrary accent to
the boring, ordered life she lived in Willows Creek. "Good morning, sleepyhead!
" Her mom's cheerful voice rang out from the kitchen. Moments later she
approached with a smile, bringing Lily a plate. Fluffy pancakes with golden and
soft colour spread and a smell of a plate, salivating.
" Happy birthday, darling" Lily's dad moved a chair to
the dinner table with his eyes twinkling. "Sixteen, huh? It hardly seems like
it, that little girl took to the air all over the backyard." Lily giggled,
and the ecstasy of being tickled went to her like love. "I know, Dad. Time
really flies, doesn't it? But now, I'm ready for some real adventures.
"Her mom stared at her, an eyebrow raised in a blend of irony and concern.
"Adventures, huh? Just make sure those adventures are safe,
young lady. We kinda need you around here, you know?" Lily laughed back,
with a knowing smile, "Don't twitch, Mom. I'd never deserted you."
she sighed gazing at her mother, and shoved a bite of pancake in her mouth. As
if in a short meditation, an introspective look appeared on her face and a
small expression of introspection appeared on her face. "But what if it's
amazing? Yes, it is absolutely wonderful to travel and find out what is fun
about it."
Her father approached, scratching his chin as though in contemplation." Well,
"he said, rubbing it as if he were very much thinking about it, he wrote.