In a heartbeat, Mirabe found hersell wrapped in Delh’s arms. Mirabe blinked, caught off guard by Delh’s embrace. “Oh, my sweet girl, you finally called me Mom!” Delh’s voice quivered with excitement, almost on the verge of tears.
Mirabe sighed. It was as if they were on different wavelengths.
Ten minutester, after a brisk shower, Mirabe descended the stairs in aid–back, oversized tee paired with distressed jeans. Despite the casual clean look, she exuded a cool vibe<b>. </b>
“My daughter’s just so gorgeous,” Delh mused, resting her chin in her hand as she admired Mirabe walking towards her. Even though she wasn’t wearing the clothes she had bought for her, it didn’t stop her from cheering on her daughter’s beauty.
Shawn chimed in with a proud nod. “She’s definitely got my good genes.”
Delh gave him a yful roll of her eyes. “Get real, she obviously takes after me.”
“Whatever you say, dear.” Shawn quickly conceded, the picture of a doting husband.
As Mirabe drew closer, she overheard their banter, and felt bombarded by their public disy of affection.
Soon, Mirabe took her seat at the dining table. She had always been a girl of few words, often maintaining her silence during the meal responding to Shawn and Delh’s asional conversation starters with monosybic ‘yeahs‘ and ‘uh–huhs<b>.</b>‘
Shawn and Delh didn’t interpret their daughter’s reticence as arrogance. Instead, they felt a twinge of guilt. This poor child must’ve been so lonesome, so starved of affection, to develop such a solitary nature.
Unaware of their thoughts, Mirabe finished her breakfast. Noticing Delh asionally press her temples, she seemed to remember something and quickly went upstairs. She returned in a couple of minutes, holding two small bottles she had retrieved from her suitcase, and handed one to each of her parents.
“Here, I got these for you.” Mirabe said softly, her exquisite face wearing a casual expression.
Delh examined the small bottle with curiosity as she unscrewed the cap. “What’s this? It’s quite a fancy little thing– As soon as the lid was off, <b>a </b>rich herbal scent wafted out. The aroma instantly made Delh feel refreshed as if her spirit had been cleansed. She suffered from chronic migraines that red up now and then. With no cure in sight, she relied on painkillers for relief. This morning, her head had started to hurt, but she didn’t want to show her pain in front of her daughter. This scent miraculously seemed to soothe her migraine in an instant.
“Mira, what is this?” Delh asked, surprised and delighted, inhaling the scent, feeling the urge to bask in it forever. Mirabe saw Delh visibly rx and nonchntly replied, “They’re just herbal fragrance pills… kind of like incense. They help with focus, rxation, and pain relief<b>.</b>”
She paused, then added, “Keep one by your bedside each night. It should help with your migraines.”
Delh was astounded, “How did you know I suffer from migraines!”
Not just Delh, even Shawn looked surprised.
“I noticed you pressing your temples at breakfast,” Mirabe said with clear eyes, offering no further exnation.
Delh was taken aback, not expecting such attentiveness. But to deduce she had migraines just from that seemed almost magical.