Dad was busy.

Again.

Charlie didn't hold anything against him of course. What he did was very impressive–especially to her–but she just wished he'd manage to make some more time for her. It wasn't like they never spoke or anything. In fact, their relationship was an amazing one full of love.

Maybe it was just she was left home alone today. Yeah, that was it! Charlie spent nearly every waking moment with her dad after all. Unless she herself was doing something. A pastime she'd picked up, in her father's rare absence, would be to pick flowers. Or, really it was just an excuse for her to wander off.

What Henry didn't know wouldn't hurt him!

Most of the flowers she'd find weren't as wild as she'd found them to be. They were usually belonging to something or the other, which meant they'd been pllanted. She'd never felt particularly bad for uprooting and stealing flowers, but it still made her feel a bit guilty. That feeling would probably get worse if she ever got caught.

If.

Today, though, she wasn't doing any stealing thankfully. These flowers were wild ones that didn't belong to the woman next door whom she got most of her previous non-wild ones from. Of course, that woman still took her for a sweet summer child. Stealing flowers wasn't exactly the definition of evil, but it might as well be if she got caught by the poor lady.

A soft breeze blew her black braid gently as it passed her by. They were supposed to get some rain tomorrow, but who knew really? Charlie like the rain, but only if she was inside. Being stuck outside when it rained sucked–that was how you got ringworm!

Right now was sunny though. A nice sunny, warm, and breezy evening all to her self while she sat on the green grass. Her feet lolled up and down, left to right, vertical to horizontal over and over as she examined her most recent find. Charlie's lips pursed in that way they did sometimes when she was thinking.

A daisy.

Ehh, maybe she'd find a cooler one sometime.

By now she'd found probably thousands of these ones.