Flowers. They are sent in happy times and in sad. When a man forgets that it is their wedding anniversary or when a new life is birthed into the world. When a budding relationship is taking flight, flowers are brought. I didn’t really know what to think when I walked into work and saw a bouquet of white orchids on my desk.
“For fucks sake.” I mutter under my breath. I pluck the card off the top, even though I already know who it is from. I look at the simple text – I’m Sorry, From Your Sister. This is the last thing that I need to start my morning. I ignore the flowers and sit down, this is far from over flowers don’t fix anything.
I am still angry.