You shine brightly

It was the weekend. Canary was sound asleep. It was eight o'clock in the morning. Her bed was near the window. The sun rays struck her skin through the slits between the curtains. As the sunlight fell upon her eyes, she steadily opened them, and then rubbing them slightly, she looked at the clock. She lazily got up with her frizzy hair, wore slippers, and entered the washroom. Washed her face, brushed her teeth, and made a bun out of her frizzy hair. She came out of the room. His father was sitting at the dining table, with a cup of hot tea, reading the newspaper. Her mother was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for them.

"Good morning, mother and father."

"Good morning, sweetie." Her mother and father replied simultaneously.

She pulled the chair of the dining table towards herself and sat on it. She yawned and stretched her arms and legs, meanwhile, her mother put their breakfast in front of them.

"Yummy!" Said Canary.

Her mother smiled at her as a reply while eating her breakfast. They silently ate and enjoyed their breakfast. Her mother picked up the cutlery and started washing it, meanwhile, she and her father washed their hands after breakfast, and started their discussion.

"Father, I have bought a very beautiful dress for Mother."

"And I have bought her a very pretty necklace for her."

"Really?"

"Yes. The one she liked in the jewelry shop but left because it was expensive."

"What? Me too!"

"You are indeed my daughter!" His father said proudly.

"What are you guys whispering about?" Said her mother.

"Nothing! Just some random stuff!" Canary shouted. She and her father wiped their hands and were passing secret smiles.

It was the weekend for Canary but not for her parents. Her mother had to wait for some herb supplies from their countryside to prepare medicines later on, and her father had to go to his nursery. His father was a florist. Maybe that is why Canary was very close to nature because she loved the professions of her parents.

As soon as they had breakfast, her father went to his nursery to bring some fresh flowers for his shop. Canary took her bicycle and followed him afterward. Like her name, Canary had a very sweet and mesmerizing voice. She would sing her favorite song, all the way, to her father's shop while riding on her bicycle. The people who would hear her song would feel warm in their hearts like it was medicine for them on the weekends. They would wait every weekend just to hear her singing.

"Country roads…take me home…to the place…I belong…" Canary would sing and the people nearby would pass comments.

"Ah! It's her!"

"Oh! I've waited the whole week just for her singing."

"I missed this voice the whole week."

"Just listening to her singing makes my worries wash away."

People of her locality loved Canary because of her kind personality and calm nature. They would give her a small token every time she passed by them singing while riding on the weekends.

Canary reached her father's flower shop. Put the bike on the stand and entered with a handful of tokens of appreciation.

"I see, the neighbors and other people have given you some good stuff again."

"I kindly refuse them every time but they insist every time. What should I do then?"

"You deserve it, sweety. One should always be grateful for the things they get."

"You're right, father, and I am grateful to God for everything he has bestowed upon me."

"That's my daughter. Now would you mind lending me a hand to deliver these bouquets?"

"Of course, you can count on me. Give me the address."

"Here!"

Canary took the address and bouquets, arranged them neatly on her bike, and started moving to her destination. She started singing again the whole way.

She delivered flowers to those houses following the address. 

While she was on her way to her father's shop, a boy came in front of her bike all of a sudden. She pulled the brakes and stopped abruptly but the boy fell and got some bruises on his arms and elbows.

"O, My God!" She screamed, "Are you Okay, brother?" She got off her bike to help the boy.

The boy turned and said, "It's okay! I am not that hurt."

"Hyacinth?!"

"Oh, Canary it's you! What a coincidence! I'm fine, don't worry." He stood up dusting off his clothes.

"How are you fine? Look at your bruises, you are bleeding!"

"No, it's not that serious. I'll take care of it."

"No, it's my fault. Let me tend to your wounds. Sit on my bike. There are some disinfectants in my father's workshop. You may come with me and I'll treat you there."

"Well, okay, if you insist."

As Canary turned to start her bike, he made a fist and pulled it towards his waist, "Yes! Mission successful!", he whispered to himself.

Why did he say that? Well, let me take you fifteen minutes earlier. Hyacinth was sitting in the back seat of his Lamborghini, with his chauffeur in the driving seat. They were going toward his grandfather's house to ask about his well-being as he had made an excuse that he was sick because his sole grandchild, Hyacinth, did not like to visit him often.

"Young master, please cheer up. Master would be upset to see you like this."

"Do you think I care? If he hadn't threatened me to cut my allowance this month if I do not visit him this week, do you think I would like to see him?"

"Please, young master, try to understand that he is not feeling well."

"Do you think that I am not aware that this is his mere excuse?" Suddenly, his eyes fell upon Canary who was riding her bike unaware of her surroundings. As they passed by them, Hyacinth told his chauffeur to stop with an excuse.

"William! I am hungry. Go get something for me to eat from the nearby store."

"But you said that you weren't hungry when I asked you just a few minutes ago."

"Well, I am hungry now. Just hurry up!"

"Yes, young master." William stopped the car and went to grab something for him.

As he left the car, Hyacinth abruptly looked out the window. Canary was just a few meters away. Hyacinth quickly got out of the car and stood by the roadside just to get hit by her on time. And, that's how he got hit and encountered her.