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Everyyearonmybirthday, fromthetimeIturned12，awhitegardeniawasdeliveredtomyhouseinBethesda, ’sidentityandjustdelightedinthebeautyandheadyperfumeofthatonemagical, perfectwhiteflowernestledinsoftpinktissuepaper.

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’’’, though, IhadmorefunspeculatingthatitmightbeaboyIhadacrushonoronewhohadnoticedmeeventhoughIdidn’tknowhim.

WhenIwas17，, , therewasamessagescribbledonmymirrorinredlipstick:“Heartilyknow, whenhalf-godsgo, thegodsarrive.”IthoughtaboutthatquotationfromEmersonforalongtime, anduntilmyhearthealed, , mymotherkneweverythingwasallrightagain.

Idon’tremembereverslammingmydoorinangeratherandshouting,“Youjustdon’tunderstand!”becauseshedidunderstand.

Onemonthbeforemyhigh-schoolgraduation, , , , inthemidstofherowngrief, wouldnothearofmyskippinganyofthosethings.

Thedaybeforemyfatherdied, ’dfoundaspectacularone, withyardsandyardsofdottedSwissinred, whiteandblue, itmademefeellikeScarlettO’Hara, , Iforgotaboutthedress.

Mymotherdidn’, ’tjustdelivered, -beautifully, artistically, ’.

Shewantedherchildrentofeellovedandlovable, creativeandimaginative, , mymotherwantedherchildrentoseethemselvesmuchlikethegardenia-lovely, strongandperfect-withanauraofmagicandperhapsabitofmystery.

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从我12岁那年起，每年都有人在我生日那天把一枝洁白的栀子花送到家里（马里兰州贝塞斯达镇上），没有卡片，也没有字条。我多次打电话到花店询问，但总问不出个所以然来——这些花都是用现金支付的。后来，我就不再追查送花人，只是尽情享受那枝神秘的、用粉红绢纸包扎的雪白花朵的瑰丽和浓郁芳香。

我还是不停地猜测这位匿名送花者。有时，我最喜欢做的事就是揣测这个人，或许他是一个无比优秀的人，但过于腼腆或者性格古怪，而不愿透露身份。