"Please God, let my grandmother be okay," Daisy prayed for the twentieth time as she sat in the cab heading to the hospital.
She had rushed out of the store when Mrs. Cooker told her the news and entered the next cab she saw.
"Don't worry too much, dear. It is probably something minor like the flu or something," Mrs. Cooker said and patted her back, trying to calm her down.
"I hope so, ma. I really hope so," Daisy replied, her voice barely a whisper.
Her grandmother was her only family, and she didn't even know how to get on with her life if something happened to her.
"You said you don't know what happened, right?" she asked.
"Yes, dear. This is the fifth time you are asking me that. I was passing by your house when I saw the hospital team taking her away. I tried talking to them, but they said that I should come to the hospital," Mrs. Cooker explained.
"Sorry, I am just…" Daisy couldn't finish talking as the tears ran down her eyes.
She then bent her head and ran her hands slowly through her hair.
"It is going to be okay, dear. Just breathe in and breathe out. Your grandmother is probably waiting for you to come and take her home, so don't worry."
"Thank you, Mrs. Cooker," Daisy said.
"You are welcome, my dear flower."
A smile crept onto Daisy's face at the nickname. Mrs. Cooker was one of the people in the village that treated her nicely and didn't comment on her scarred face or insult her because of it.
Speaking of her face, Daisy then realized that she was so worried about her grandmother that she didn't know when her scarf fell from her face.
She immediately raised her head up and began to search for it in the cab, but she couldn't find it.
And unluckily, the driver chose that moment to announce that they had arrived at the hospital.
"Let's go, dear," Mrs. Cooker said and reached for her door handle.
"Screw the damn scarf," she thought, and then opened the door and came out.
Mrs. Cooker was already out too, so both of them walked towards the entrance door of the hospital.
They reached there and entered, heading straight to the reception room.
"Good afternoon. Please, I am here to see my grandmother. She was brought here today," Daisy said to the nurse that was at the reception.
"Okay, what's her name?" the nurse asked.
"Isabella Rose," Daisy replied.
"Isabella Rose," the nurse repeated as she searched for the name on the computer.
"I saw the name, but it says here that she has been discharged and has left the hospital," said the nurse.
"Discharged?" Daisy turned to Mrs. Cooker.
"Has it been long since she was taken to the hospital?" she asked her.
"No, dear. After she was taken away, I rushed to the store to inform you," she replied.
"Are you sure that it is the same Isabella Rose?" Mrs. Cooker asked the nurse.
"Yes, she has been discharged and taken home by Dr. Smith. Isn't your grandmother the owner of Mary Pie and Cake?"
"Yes, that's her," Daisy replied.
"Just go home and you will see her."
"Okay, thank you so much for your help."
"Let's go, Mrs. Cooker."
Both of them wanted to walk away, but the nurse called them.
So Daisy went back to know why she was calling her.
"You should really do something about your face. It looks really hideous. Our surgery program is also very affordable, and—"
"Why don't you do something to your face before you suggest that to another person, you silly girl!" Mrs. Cooker snapped at her, then took Daisy's hand and led her out of the hospital.
"Don't take what she said to heart. You are beautiful, and your face isn't hideous," Mrs. Cooker said when they were outside the hospital waiting for a cab.
"I know," Daisy replied.
She had been accustomed to comments like that, so it didn't bother her anymore. She was also occupied with thoughts of her grandmother and whether she was okay or not.
Soon they saw a cab and hailed it down, then they entered, and it drove away.
It took them twenty minutes to arrive home, and immediately the cab stopped, Daisy got out of the cab and rushed into the house.
"Grandmother!" she called when she entered the living room.
"I am here," her grandmother answered from inside her room, so Daisy headed to the room.
She entered the room and rushed to her grandmother and hugged her tightly.
"Grandma, I was so worried about you," Daisy said after she broke the hug.
"I am sorry for worrying you, dear. I just had a minor fall when I was working outside, but thank God that I am okay," her grandmother replied, her hand tucking some strands of hair behind Daisy's ear.
"I am so glad that you are okay," Daisy confessed and hugged her again.
"It is okay, dear. You will have to thank Dr. Smith because he was the one that attended to me at the hospital and also brought me home," her grandmother said.
"Yes, I will do that. I will make some pie and visit him at the hospital," Daisy replied.
"Why don't you make it now so that I can take it home?" someone said, and Daisy turned in the direction of the voice.
Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that Dr. Smith was also in the room.
She had been so occupied with her grandmother that she didn't realize that another person was in the room.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Smith. How are you doing?" she greeted and went to him and hugged him lightly.
"I am fine. How about you?" Dr. Smith replied.
"I am fine too."
"How is your job at the flower store going?"
"It is going great, and I am enjoying the job," she replied.
"Okay, that's great. I am glad that you are."
"Thank you so much for taking care of my grandmother. I really appreciate it."
"It is fine. Anybody would have done the same thing," Dr. Smith replied.
"No, they won't," Daisy said, and she was very right. Not everyone would take care of her grandmother and herself the way Dr. Smith did.
In fact, he was just like their family doctor, even though they were not paying him for that.
Anytime that Daisy was sick or her grandmother was, Dr. Smith always attended to them without collecting any fee of any sort.
"Hope my grandmother is okay, Doctor?" Daisy asked.
Dr. Smith exchanged glances with her grandmother before he answered, "Yes, she is fine. It is just a minor fall, and she didn't injure anywhere," he replied.
"Okay, thank God," Daisy muttered under her breath.
"Quit asking the doctor questions and make him some pie to take home, Daisy," her grandmother scolded.
A smile crept onto Daisy's face. Her grandmother scolding her truly showed that nothing was wrong with her.
"Okay, ma," she replied and left the room for the kitchen so that she could prepare the pie for Dr. Smith.
She got to the kitchen and brought out the necessary ingredients that she needed for the pie from the cupboard and started to prepare it.
After she was done mixing it, she poured it into a pan and put it inside the oven.
At exactly twenty minutes, it was ready, so she brought it out of the oven.
There was smoke everywhere, so she opened the window in the kitchen to let it out, but only for her eyes to fall on a small garden that had black rose flowers planted in it.
"Ah!" she shouted and rushed out of the kitchen to her grandmother's room.
"Where is the pie, or is it not ready?" her grandma asked when she entered the room without the pie.
"Who planted these black rose flowers at the back of the kitchen?" Daisy asked.
Her grandmother smiled and shook her head. "Of course I did. Who else would do it? I was already done with it and was coming out of the garden when I slipped and fell," she replied.
"Oh, Grandma!" Daisy exclaimed and went close to her and enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Thank you so much, Grandma. I love you till the end of the world."
"I know. Now go and continue with the pie," she said.
"Okay, ma."
Daisy then broke the hug and went back to the kitchen. She reached there and dished the pie onto a plate. She also packaged some that the doctor could carry home and took them to the room.
"Here you go, Dr. Smith," she said as she gave him the packaged pie and the dished-out one.
"Thank you, dear, and you too, Mrs. Rose," Dr. Smith said.
"It is nothing, Doctor. We are the ones that should be thanking you," Mrs. Rose replied.
"Can I go now, Grandma?"
"Yes, you can go, Daisy."
She ran out of the room immediately she heard the reply.
"And be careful, the soil is very slippery!" her grandmother called after her, but Daisy was already out of the room.
As she reached the garden, she slowly walked in, having heard her grandmother's warning about the slippery floor.
A smile crept onto her face as she stared at the beautiful flowers, and it kept increasing.
She then walked to the edge of the garden, which was closer to the small fence of their house.
There, you could see people and vehicles moving on the road. Daisy held the wooden fence and closed her eyes, a smile on her face as she took deep breaths, smelling the sweet fragrance of the flowers.
There was no place that she would rather be than in the midst of flowers.
"Flowers are the only perfect thing on this Earth," she whispered.