So my dad told me the real story about the flowers. When I was a teen, I told him one year I was too old for flowers. When he went to buy my mom flowers, he thought and said "nope, I'll buy Kathryn flowers anyway". So he put them in my room. I got home from school and found my mom's flowers and was so sad I didn't get any that I started to cry. So to make matters worse, my mom said "go to your room" so she wouldn't have to listen to me. I got upstairs and there were my flowers.
Sadly...when he told me this story, I do remember it!
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