Senior Year cont...

"Hey...mom...I'm back," Daisy dropped her backpack at the front door and grabbed a bag of popcorn from the top kitchen shelf. Exhausted from a long day of class, she did not hesitate before collapsing onto their living room sofa. After many drawing and painting accidents, Daisy's mother had finally caved and purchased a black sofa. This exclusive red and black color scheme always reminded Daisy of something that came straight from a home and garden catalog. Daisy grabbed the television remote and gently placed her feet on top of her mother's new coffee table. She began flipping through the channels; news...star wars...Daisy finally settled on the new hit fashion reality television show.

"How was class?" Daisy's mother set the overflowing basket of dirty laundry on the kitchen stool and walked towards the hallway that ran behind the two rooms.

"Eh, it was class. My professor liked my drawing, though. He wants me to enter into the contest next week," Daisy announced.

"That's great hunny!" her mother called from the hallway closet, "Oh shoot! I forgot laundry detergent at the store today."

"No worries, I got it," Daisy touched the red pillow next to her, closed her eyes, and a container of laundry detergent appeared.

"Here you go," she tossed the box to her mother.

"I never did like that pillow," her mother teased before disappearing into the laundry room.

Daisy and her mother had always had an open relationship about Daisy's "special gift" as her mother liked to call it. She had always been Daisy's biggest supporter. Unlike Daisy, her mother had grown up in Scelta, but was always careful not to share too many details. All Daisy knew was that Scelta had become a dark place and that everyone there was born with a gift. Hers was the gift of transformation. She had yet to learn her mother's.

Daisy's mother emerged from the basement dressed in scrubs. Daisy had always been proud of her mother's career choice; helping people everyday. She only hoped her paintings could one day do the same.

"Hey...mom?" Daisy called as her mother grabbed the keys and purse that sat next to Daisy's feet.

"What's wrong, hunny?" she asked.

"What's your...gift?" this was not the first time Daisy had asked, nor would it be the last.

"Hunny, when the time is right, I promise you will know," she smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead, "I'll see you later tonight. Don't forget to take out the trash."