DAHLIA

“Is this where you live, mommy?” 

“Yes, baby.” 

We were at my place — technically, it was Cassie’s place — I was just her roommate temporarily. Although Cassie didn’t want me to leave. She wanted us to keep living together. And I liked the idea, very much. 

I mean, she was a really great person, though wild and sometimes unpredictable. 

“Alone? Who’s that?” She pointed at a portrait of me and Cassie that we’d taken recently — courtesy of her. 

“Don’t you remember her? Aunt Cassie from your dad’s restaurant. The one you like her fairy tattoo.” I calmly explained with a smile.

Her brows raised in a ‘oh’...