"GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!" After she opened her eyelids, straight at the window facing at her, she saw it again. Of all the great things in this world, nothing could ever seem to replace it. She loved it very badly, every day. Meet her sunflower in a pot.

It had been already four months since they moved here. In that meantime, a bud of sunflower they carried all the way here, bloomed its well taken care of single flower.

With a smile on her face, she admired that flower like nothing else. From the pot up until the petals, she could say it to herself 'perfect'. In fact, it made her forgot to blink.

Unlike other girls who admire people, visit places and treasure memories, Hannah Forteza, stuck to one, just only her Sunflower. From her bed going to the window where the pot was placed, she memorized every detail of it.

"A fifteen-inch-tall-that-had-ten-leaves-with-a-diameter-of-six-centimeters-yellow-thirty-four-petals-attached-on-the-flower-healthy sunflower." With no broken stare was made, she fished her eyeglass.

On the table placed near the bed to her right side, there it was, a Corbusier modeled round eyeglass was placed in there the whole night. She delivered it to her sight.

Although, her sight had a visual acuity of twenty/twenty. For some reason, wearing an eyeglass was a commodity. She just should wear it, every day and night. Not just while she slept, it might be broke. For how she perceived the Sunflower lately, it remained the same beyond her eyeglass. She oriented herself.

"Today is Monday, fifty more minutes until the flag ceremony started if the wall clock in the room will be the base. If I traveled using my bicycle-- which is I should-- it will take me twenty minutes. Now what I have was twenty-nine minutes and fifty seconds to fix myself." She uncovered herself in a warm blanket and immediately stepped on a cold cemented floor. She started her day.

Upon Hannah had opened the door of her bedroom wide enough, she then approached the lavatory. It was located in the kitchen section of the house, which was ten meters away from her room. Having a lead, as soon as she approached the kitchen, she slouched down and confidently opened a certain cabinet.

She sure to know what she looked for. As soon as she saw it, a glassed pitcher instantly became the apple of her eyes. Without hesitation, she drew it outside of that cabinet, bought back her stand and placed it on the mouth of the faucet.

Twenty-eight minutes and ten seconds countdown, the time she opened the faucet. The tap water started to flow with a burst. As it remained open, the rate of outlet became constant. When the water had reached a certain volume inside-- that she thought would be enough-- she turned off the running water. Then she returned back to her room. There she saw the always honest, faithful, and happy sunflower.

As her hand yielded the pitcher, she approached it. This already became her everyday habit. Even this would result in addiction, no problem, Hannah Forteza identified it as her enthusiasm. To water a pot of sunflower with one flower every day, couldn't kill a person. Unless the sunflower grew some teeth on it. Which was impossible for its design complexity.

By the time the pitcher got empty, it was already 7:15 A.M.. Just forty-five minutes left and she must be in the school. Even so, she spared another five minutes fixated at her beautiful flower. She reviewed the leaves and its flower, uninformed about the time spoke tick tock.

This time was for sure. Now that her flower was the same and neither a foreign entity had snatched a petal nor eat its green hairy leaves, she turned around and revisited the cabinet. She returned the pitcher and closed it back. By how much time was left, that was also the time remained to fix herself.

Just a fifteen-pace from the point where she stopped, the comfort room would be her next destination. She entered it and opened up the lights. She closed back the door. From the outside of the bathroom, you could hear the water flowed outside the shower. That explained, she took her bath.

Hannah Forteza, a 13-year old girl with a great imagination could fathom. She always dreamt to become a biologist someday: wore glasses which she already was; wore lab gowns but apparently what she had was the school uniforms; examining Fauna and Flora even though what she had was only a plant of sunflower. Being a scientist specialized in biology. Someday.

The time the background noise created by the shower had stopped, one moment passed, the door opened. She stepped outside the threshold, what she left was fifteen minutes and one second to fix herself.

Dressed only by a towel and an eyeglass, Hannah dashed her way straight to her room. She needed to hurry up, not just she needed to iron her uniform before she wore them, but also she needed to take breakfast, to brush her teeth, to pack her lunch, and to unlock her bicycle. She needed to do all of it within less than fifteen minutes or else the critical path when it terms to duration that she had established would extend.

From outside her room, the doorknob twisted. Followed immediately by it, it opened. Since the door was adjacent to the window, the light from the outside whose source was the morning sunshine reflected it. Since it was already at seven, the sun already made a noticeable angle to the sky. The sun's ray passed through the window and projected to the threshold. Continuing to grow as the access to the door became bigger and bigger. It spat a girl in a uniform with eyeglass. An innocent and beautiful kind of girl. That was Hannah.