The flowers were a gift for Mom.
Dad gave them to her all the time, to show his love.
My dad was so obssesed with them, he'd put them all over the house.
He'd even put on a show for me, where the mascot was a flower.
I used to think flowers were cheesy.
Even though I didn't like flowers as much as Dad did.
Those flowers showed me he cared.
But I guess that didn't last.
Those flowers withered and died.
Now, it's a cruel reminder of the past.
The past I can never go back to.