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Chapter 20 I'm Back
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine entered the hotel room, there was no one on the bed in the room. Only a young and beautiful woman in the bathroom was turning on the faucet and washing her face. She wiped the water off her face and looked up at herself in the mirror. Her face was still pale from the hangover, and her long black hair was casually tied up on the top of her head. She dried her face with a towel and applied some skin cream. She put down her hair, combed it neatly, and tied a low ponytail. Then she took out a black long dress from the suitcase and put it on. After a hesitating moment, she took out her makeup bag from the suitcase, applied some powder to make her face look better, and put on some lipstick.
She wanted to go to visit her parents beautifully, and wanted them to see that she had grown up, so they didn't have to worry about her in heaven.
After Queenie cleaned up, she opened the door and walked out. Outside the door, Timothy was already waiting with a bouquet that he had bought. He bought some sunflowers, her mother's favorite. When he first came to visit her parents at home, he had asked Queenie what kind of flowers her mother liked. Queenie thought about it and found that she didn't know. After all, her father had never sent her mother flowers in all these years, and maybe even her mother didn't know what flowers she liked herself.
So she went home and asked her mother, "Mom, what kind of flowers do you like?" "Flowers?" Her mother Ruby thought for a long time and said, "I like sunflowers." "Sunflowers? Why?" Queenie asked with confusion.
"Of course, it's because of their seeds!" Kelvin, Queenie's father, said with a smile, "There are wild sunflowers by the river behind the village. When your mother was young, she often held a large sunflower, sat on the riverside and ate the seeds. She looked quite silly."
"You're silly. Didn't you pick it for me? The seeds weren't ripe yet." Her mother patted her father's arm angrily and complained.
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