Sebastian
“My father hates me.”
Oookay. That came out of nowhere. I am pretty sure I asked her about what happened to her and her family, but not the whole situation summarized into a sentence.
However, in a sense, that statement might be on for a good start, or a heading for a story or some sort. I’m suddenly curious to know about her story.
“Can you elaborate on that?” I asked.
Maya took a few seconds to ponder as she gazed down at the snowy pavement. I’m not exactly sure where her gaze pointed at, but I would also be curious about the greens that grew around the garden. It’s winter, so how come there are still flowers growing in the flowerbed? Her father seemed pretty peculiar about gardening.
“You see…” My focus shifted back from eyeing the flowers one by one, to looking at Maya’
