It was not unlike honey. Dismissing my hunger for the moment, I searched carefully for a source, finding it easily at the center of the floret, a smal... well that could only be described as nectar, a much more appetizing meal than what I had planned. Reaching into the heart of the flower, I scooped up a healthy dollop with a pair of fingers and fed myself of the sweet sticky dew until I was sated.Belly full, I once again, reclined, feeling suddenly drowsy. Idly, my fingers found their ways. She blushed and asked, ” why do I look so beautiful to you”. I explained that she has rosy lips and perfect figure and a loving heart and also revealed that she looks somewhat like my crush.She asked “Crush or girlfriend?”. I said, ” crush, I don’t have guts to propose a girl “. She said ” are you serious?. You are the decent looking guy and you didn’t have a chance to kiss a girl yet? “. I was shocked and said, ” no I didn’t “. She said, “The next thing you should do is to kiss a girl that you. It’s positive.”As she said it, her face collapsed into floods of tears and she flung herself across my chest, lying there sobbing uncontrollably. That’s how her mother found us when she came back. Me in the bed with Cal half laid across me and my arms round her, or at least the one of them that wasn’t stiff with bandages, with her sobbing her heart out, and me doing my best to soothe her.“What’s wrong?” Mary asked, “why is Cal crying?”“Not anything I’ve done or said,” I replied, defensively,. I helped vacuum and dust. My mom taught me how to sew on her Singer electric sewing machine and I made a few pillows, plaid curtains for my room, and other little projects. It was interesting, I never made anything "girlie" in my sewing projects, but my mom also allowed me to stay dressed like a girl in her presence and with my sisters, but never with my father around.She also taught me how to bake and cook, properly set a formal table, and help with the laundry. We didn't have a dryer so we.