Never had a lovely sunflower been absent to my house on my birthday, since I turned 13, no cards or notes in it. Calls to the flower shop were always 1 —it was a cash purchase.
I never stopped 2 who the mysterious giver might be. Some of my happiest moments were spent daydreaming about someone wonderful but too shy to disclose his or her 3 .
My mother even 4 my imaginations. She'd ask me if there was someone who I had done a special favor and then might be showing 5 . As a teenager, 6 , I had more fun assuming that it might be a boy I had a crush on.
When I was 17, I failed 7 in a significant test. That night when the result came, I just 8 my self to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, my mother comforted, "Don't indulge（沉湎）! It's not a big deal!". Yet, I remember 9 out of the house at that time, yelling..."You just don't understand".
One month before my graduation from high school, my father died of a heart attack. My feelings ranged from pain to 10 so that I became completely uninterested in the upcoming ceremony. But my mother, in the midst of her own grief, would deny my 11 any of those things. Before my father died, we had shopped a party dress which made me feel like a（an） 12 Cinderella. But it was the wrong size. Later I totally forgot about the dress. My mother didn't. The day before the dance, I found that dress, in the right size, 13 still in the box to me-gracefully, and lovingly. She just wanted her child to feel loved and showed that there still existed magic and beauty even 14 hardships.
Actually, my mother passed away one week after I got married. That year the adorable sunflower stopped 15 .
