1 - Sorting out stuff..
"This is a beautiful place, I love what your mum did to this place." The realtor agent, Mrs flint said looking around the house.
"Too bad I cant stand it." Zella muttered back. Mrs flint frowned and took the keys from Zella. She knew Zella was not a people pleaser and she was hardly seen hanging out with friends, the talk of the town was that it would be only due to necessity that Zella would leave the house. She hardly opened the door to her neighbors and kept everyone else at bay.
"Are you going to leave town Miss Connors?" Mrs flint asked looking into her file as though she didn't care if zella answered or not but asked just to final the paper work for Zella to sign.
"Nope I am going to be around itself.." Zella took the papers from Mrs Flint and signed. "I got to go lots of unfinished business to tend." Zella added and shook her hand and hopped into her truck. Zella drove herself to the diner which she had spend her lifetime loathing the place and now that was all she could call her home. The irony..
Zella fiddled with the keys and unlocked the diner and pushed past the packed boxes which she had shifted during the week. Finally she could start unpacking and get started with her life, at twenty five she couldn't believe it took all this while to find her calling, when it was around the corner all along, all she had to do was to look past the huge loathe she had build during her childhood and start where her mother, Irene Connors had left off. To Irene the diner was all she ever had that and of course Zella, her mother was barely making ends meet, so the diner was shut down when Irene died and it didn't matter to Zella. As a child Zella had to hang out in the diner till Irene closed and cleaned up, where as her other school mates would come by and enjoy family time at the diner and she would just sit by herself shielding herself with a book. There were only a few things she could stand in this world and books were one of them.
She went outside to pick up the last box and locked her truck and got inside the diner and locked the door behind her. She had major trust issues, she would often go back and check if she had properly locked the door even though she locked it herself. She looked around and sighed, she had no clue where to start, boxes all around, books and cloths she owned, boxes of memories she had to shove into the attic, kitchen appliance that has to be re-installed, laundry to done, cleaning and moping followed, but all this wasn't that was intimidating Zella. The freaking diner didn't smell like anything like it used to when her mother ran it. The diner always smelt of fresh baked cookies, coffee, French croissant and cheese. Those things were her favourite and her mother enjoyed making and served her customers. Everyone loved her and she knew what everyone wanted and how they preferred their eggs or how they liked their coffee. The smile never once faded her face, but Zella had made up her mind to honour her life, by bringing life to this diner and to herself too.
"Looks like you have been missing mom a lot more than i did, diner, so lets fix you up so that we can miss her a little less okay." she picked up a box "but first Zella must have caffeine else Zella sad!" Zella said in hulk voice and walked straight into the kitchen
Thank you for reading. .
