The Bruised Gardener

"What happened to your knee?!" Dad asked with a bit of shock.
"Wha-?" I mumbed, being roused from my sleep at 5:30 in the morning.
"What happened to your knee?" He repeated.
Not even bothering to look at my own knee, I pulled the comforter over my head. "I dunno.", I answered carelessly.
"You don't know?! You should know." He was getting angry.
"Look, I know it looks nasty but I have other three bruises on my right arms alone. And I don't remember how I get them. They're just there." I sleepily mumbled.
"Okay then. I'm going." He said.
"Okay. Take care." I said.

I'm impossible to get back to sleep after having conversation with dad. Later Nana and me found ourselves going downstairs to eat breakfast before six. Then because of sheer boredom, we watched Ghost Delivery. Then Nana and Ate Rose went to sleep on the couch while I went out and cut a lot of plants.
While it was drizzling.
I hacked the santans to half their size, almost balded the Song of India, and sawed the inner tree with any tools neccessary.
While Faulkirk did her rounds around the village on her own.