Whenever we pass by Thomson, Daddy would want to turn in to Far East Flora to buy me some flowers. He enjoys bringing the kids into the cold cold room and choosing flowers. He has a very good eye for choosing flowers. The flowers he choose are usually unique and beautiful on our dining table. If you ask me to choose, I, being the boring one, will always pick roses, so boring! 
I will always remember when we were courting, he would come to Tanjong Pagar to join me for lunch, and then after lunch, we would walk to the market, and he would buy me a bunch of roses for $6. Then I would bring it back to the office and put them nicely in a vase, and before they wilt, I would hang them upside down to dry them nicely. I did build up a good supply of dried roses, and they do smell soooo nice.
But now, I don’t fancy flowers much, even though he still likes to buy them. I find it troublesome to upkeep them, and find it a waste of money. Hiaz… have I grown so accustomed to it that the romance of giving flowers is lost? Naughty Mummy…
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