Oh The Cherry Tree- Chapter seven.
Mum and Dad met when they were kids. They weren't best friends, they weren't inseperable, it wasn't any sort of perfect love story. They simply knew eachother. They said hello to eachother most mornings on their way to school, but that was pretty much it.
Dad told me about how he didn't really notice Mum until they got older. He used to say that her beauty grew with age, and by the time she was fourteen he couldn't take his eyes off her. They never used to hang around together in school, but Dad changed that. He simply walked over to Mum one morning and asked her how she was. He struck up a friendship out of nothing; and out of a friendship grew a normal relationships. The occasional argument, the occasional romantic moment, nothing special. They were seen together, they were approved of, and they were just another one of the town's many young lovers. Mum's father tolerated Dad, though he didn't have any particular liking for him.
Dad's mother adored Mum, and they spent days together cooking, baking, and getting to know eachother.
Mum would always tell me about the little things Dad did for her, like buy her a single Saffron Spice, her favourite flower, and put it in her hair. Or how he'd tell her she was the only girl in the world when they were surrounded by people. Or how once, he had taken her to a field in bloom and laid her down in the flowers, and told her he loved her. She said she'd get a distant look in her eye when she was with him, like she was a different person. Dad said that she brought out the best person within him, a personality he could only achieve when he was with her.
There was never a more ordinary couple than Mum and Dad, not that this town had ever seen. There was never a single rumour about them, never a public disagreement, never an inappropriate gesture.
The whole town seemed to agree they were a decent couple; and no one wished them anything but luck.
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