Yes, I Know Who They’re From

It was my birthday, twenty three years ago, and I was away from home for six weeks of training for a new job. Homesick and feeling sorry for myself, I trudged through the long hours. When classes finally ended for the day, I headed toward the front desk of the hotel and saw a huge bouquet of white roses.

I was told they were mine. I smiled with surprise, and immediately knew my (then) husband had done this. He never had been much of a gift giver, but I thought, he must really miss me. The classmates who were around me gushed, “how romantic”. I took my flowers up to my room and opened the card. They were from my sister…now there’s someone who knows how to give a gift.

It was Mother’s Day, fourteen years ago, and I was expecting my third child. That pregnancy had been extremely difficult. It felt like I was carrying a toddler, my son was eventually born one ounce shy of ten pounds. I saw the florist’s van pull up in front of my house. I waddled my way to the door. It was a lovely bouquet of colorful flowers. Again, I thought my (then) husband had remembered Mother’s Day…so thoughtful. He felt my pain. I was so happy that my hormones got the best of me and eyes fill with tears. I opened the envelope and read the loving words my sister had written.

This year on my birthday, I trudged up the stairs of the front porch of my house after a long day at work. I saw a huge bouquet of flowers. My imagination took flight at the sight of them. I have no husband to assign credit to these days, but my imaginary boyfriend Colin might have come to his senses…

The flowers are from my sister.

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THE DAILY POST
Aug 15, 2014
DAILY PROMPT
Secret Admirers
You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?

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