res ;;
|| Username; Mareep || Viscet name; Masozi ||
|| gender; Female || gender for breeding purposes; Female ||
what flowers they'd have in their garden;
Growing up, Masozi had always lived next to flower shops with her parents. Often it would be stocked with popular flowers, tulips, daisies, roses, lilies, and so on. She became interested in flowers, they're all were just so different in their own way. Lilies had ones that were pure white, and others that's pink and yellow, some orange. Roses is commonly red, white, and pink, the colors meant something. Red meant romance, white meant purity, pink meant friendship. Mai found herself wanting to learn more, after begging her parents, she eventually got books on flowers for her birthday. She stayed up all night reading it, and learning.
Truth to be told, she was failing her education, because she became too interested in flowers. Her parents had tried to convince the teachers that at least she had something to learn, it potentially could become her job in the future if she wanted to. Nobody accepted that, she was to learn math, science, history, and to pass them to graduate. As a last resort, her parents attempted to get their daughter to resume her education by telling how math could work in flowers. How long a stem is, count flowers, or even count money after selling or buying some. Tried to tell her how biology fitted in, how flowers had history, possibly with extinction. After a long dinner talk on that subject while Masozi quietly shoveled down food, she left the room. Her parents were increasingly worried that it didn't sink in, but they had decided to leave her alone for a while to think about it.
A month later, her math teacher had personally came to their home, excitedly beaming about Mai's sudden straight B's in her tests, she had used to be a straight D student. It was still a concern, to consider if she was cheating, or actually learning. However her parents had refused to ask her, or watch her do her homework. They didn't want to bother her, and wanted to rely on her coming to them herself.
This went on for a while, teachers sent letters about their concerns of little Masozi potentially cheating in her tests, still claimed that she seemed to be paying attention in class well, shared her grades. Another birthday gift Mai asked for, was a garden. Her father drowned himself in sketching out possible garden ideas and sizes for his daughter with some feedback from his wife. After buying supplies, he had built a small, narrow garden that could hold up to twenty flowers. Their miracle's face when she woke up to it was heartwarming, she had demanded to go to get seeds, and gardening supplies early as possible. Her parents chuckled warmly at her excitement, willingly took her to the flower shop next door so she could bombard a professional with questions.
Weeks later, her parents had gotten glimpses of her actually measuring her sprouts, taking notes of it in a journal book. She had became confused about why two bloomed so fast while others did not, using her book on flowers to seek out the answer, and turns out she had put a little too much fertilizer in one side.
Months went on by, Masozi continued to learn more about flowers while excelling in school, her mom watched on with a big smile, while her father continued to expand her garden. Soon as she figured out to harvest seeds, she started to make a small business by selling singular or small banquets of flowers. Her parents had never regretted their decision to provide their little miracle with anything on flowers. Even buying out the empty flower shop next door, their business had gone down so much due to loss of employees and lack of flower care. It was a graduation gift for Mai, the shop had a small room upstairs that she could live in if she wanted to. The bonus in that is her parents could look out of the window of their home to watch customers enter the shop, and leave with a gorgeous banquet. They had agreed on embarrassing their little miracle by joining her on the graduation stage.
Soon as the day arrived, her parents walked up on the stage after Mai had gotten her degree. Her mom was being helped by her mate, her health was failing, she could barely walk without an aid. She still wanted to attend the graduation, even if she had to crawl.
"Masozi, dear." Her mother started, beaming along with her husband.
"Mom? Dad? What are you doing up here?" She asked, looking at the crowd anxiously. Her parents had been a huge support in her life, but they can be quite embarrassing at times. This was also her special day.
"Honey, you know how you loved flowers?" Her father joined in, and Mai's eyes widened with anxiety. Oh god, did they bring in hundred banquets?
"No, no. Not that. Even better!" Her mother's words didn't help, she was thinking five hundred banquets, a small rocket that would explode and rain petals down upon the crowd.
"We got you a flower shop next door! Congrats on graduating, our little miracle!" That still didn't help, but the anxiety went away, and she was filled with excitement. Others in the crowd who knew she was obsessed with flowers stood up and started to cheer. Tears filled up, pouring down her face as she hugged both of her parents.
"Thank you, thank you," she pulled away, helping her mother stand up better with her arm, "but the real gift I have is, you guys, for being so supportive!" She wailed, her father had to gently make her go off the stage so someone else could come up and get their degree.
A month later, her mother had passed, it was a very devastating day, they had all seen it coming, but nobody could know the exact date. The flower shop was in process of renovations, and Masozi had no idea what to name the shop yet. But the passing of her mother gave her the idea. Her mom used to favor the orchids over anything else in her little backyard garden, she would always grow them for her mom's birthday, and mother's day. "Little Orchid" shop became reality, the orchids would be displayed to be seen first when customers come in as a tribute to her mother. As for her father, he had randomly picked out sunflowers as his favorite, so she had it displayed behind the orchids.
Sometimes customers said it was a such odd placement, even tried to give a mean critique, but letting them know that it were her parents' favorites, they would shut up, and apologize. She didn't desire to open a formal flower shop for standards, money, fame, or anything. She just wanted to share her love for flowers, and her parents who supported her from the start. On anniversary of her mother's passing, her father would come in with a request of banquet of sunflowers and orchids, it was a strange combo to put together sure, but it was their favorite. She'll even sneak in some Lavenders for no cost. As her father had told, her mother had given birth to her in field of lavenders. They were having a picnic to spend time together, not expecting for their little miracle to be born early, and the hospital was miles away. Her mother still couldn't move, so they laid in the blanket with the egg, watching as the sky became dark, and they talked into the night.
As for Masozi's favorite flowers? She loved everything, how each one brightened certain viscets' day, how each one had their own meaning. If you wanted to give a hint to someone you loved, red roses. If you wanted to show sympathy for someone in hospital, tulips or daisies. If you wanted to have a wedding, carnations. Every flowers is memorable in any way. If she had to pick, her favorite flower would be yellow tulips, that was what she started with when she got her first garden. It started everything, from that to her own shop.
Even, when her father had became old, and started to forget a lot of things. He sure didn't forget anything when he dropped by for a visit. Every flower triggered his memories. Having Masozi in lavender fields, yellow tulips as Mai's first flowers, pink roses when he first asked his wife to a date, actually got turned down because it meant friendship. So he had to buy a red rose for her. Pink carnations at their wedding. A lot of daisies when visiting his wife in the hospital. List goes on. Masozi always loved to listen to him talk about memories as he looked at each flowers in her shop. He had forgotten that Sundays was closing day, but she didn't bother telling him. He had very little time left, she didn't want to turn him away, because what if she never saw him again the day after? Even if it's the day to sleep in, she still pulled herself out of bed at ten o' clock, pretend that the shop is open on Sunday, so he could walk in and talk about the flowers. She cherished any time she had left with him.
