Cry

Lily looked out the window, staring at all the buildings and people they passed by as the car was deadly quiet, except for the rustling of paper from Shia. 

She fiddled with the bouquet of yellow flowers and a small box of mango tart in her hands nervously. 

"Are you ok, Shia?" Florence asked, looking at how her hands shook. 

"Me? Ok? Yeah. I am ok." She said but no one was convinced. "What about you all? Are you ok?" 

"We are." 

"I hope you are not in too much of a hurry." She said, chuckling more to herself than to them. 

"Its fine," Florence said as Emily nodded vigorously. 

"You all are such good kids." She said, patting the two in the head. 

"Cheap, coming from you," Lily said, leaning against the window. "Are you trying to buy off my sisters now? Can't you buy some other kids?"