I was not looking forward to this day.
It’s bad enough to be single on Valentine’s Day…it’s bad enough to be surrounded by an overload of sickly-sweet mushiness…it’s bad enough that pink irritates me…
Today is the day that, even when he was ill, my father would ask my mother to drive him to the store…just so he could buy her flowers.
My father is gone now…and today, I will be the one bringing the flowers to my heart-broken mother.
I hate this day. May it burn…
