Yellow Roses

So yesterday was my parent's 20th wedding anniversary, and I was kind of impressed. I mean, my parents have been together for 20 years. This, to me, shows how much my mom cares for my dad. I mean, she's actually tolerated his idiocy for 20 years. Two decades. Yeah, my mom is badass. So bitches, back off, or I introduce my mom to you for some serious butt-whupping. Hehe!

Anyway, my mom has this tradition of hers where she buys a dozen yellow roses for herself during their anniversary. Weird, no? But let me explain. Yellow roses are her favourite flowers, and she buys them for herself because my dad, being the insensitive asshole he is, will never buy her flowers, much less yellow roses, unless someone (like me) whacks him upside his head and orders him to buy those damned flowers. And mom doesn't want to wait for him to wake up and get a clue, so she buys them for herself, year after year after year. I was actually quite touched when she told me this story.

However, this year she didn't have any roses since the florist she frequents (coincidentally named Nancy's Florists) didn't have any yellow roses. So, no flowers this year.

Or so she thought. Heh.

I went to White Sands Shopping Centre yesterday to get her those yellow roses she liked so much. The shop didn't have a dozen roses, but they had three. Coincidence? I think not, since they represented our family: Mom, Dad and I. When mom saw the roses, she was really pleased, and I felt good since I'd actually done something nice. It felt like something I did had finally turned out right.

And to be completely random and shameless, I have to admit that I have a favourite flower too, even though I'm pretty boyish. Even my choice of flower is quite odd. I mean, how many girls do you know have the poinsettia as their favourite flower? :) So I guess my future boyfriend will have his work cut out for him, huh? As far as I know, it's not easy to find poinsettias when it's not the Christmas season! XD

PS: If you think this is the only post I put up, think again. There's another post below this one, go read it! It's quite lengthy, so if you don't read I think I might cry. :/

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