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“It was their first child, and like most parents, their methods for raising their first were overbearing. But unlike most parents, their caution was not against germs and illnesses; their biggest concern was the constant presence of flowers in a room. Everywhere their baby went, there had to have been flowers too. The flowers sometimes sat in impromptu vases like paper cups, wine glasses, and sometimes they would even fill up the kitchen sink just for the flowers (in this case there would be dirty dishes by the sink until the flowers died). The vases appeared in uncanny places like that, not to mention in the cracks of the furniture, in the vents of the radiators, tucked in the outlets in the walls, they placed them in all their books so that there would be as many flowers as pages, they propped open the piano, too, and made sure it was always overflowing with bouquets. Incidentally the flowers were so heavy they changed the pitch of the notes whenever her father played Beethoven. They believed that these “blooming tunes” were healthy for the baby. They expended all their energy on insisting this completely artificial upbringing for their child with every ounce of good intention they had. The child, however, grew to be as complicated as the most intricate flower in their household and often had a hard time explaining her feelings. She quickly realized that she had a higher intelligence than her parents after becoming aware of the fact that they had an answer for all her questions. She was only interested in philosophy books and kept them on her bookshelf next to her yearly editions of the Farmers’ Almanac. She was constantly thirsty and prescribed herself to minimum of eight hours of sunshine a day, which led her to extreme depression in the winter months. Her father passed away when she reached the age of nine, causing her mother to let all the flowers in the house die. The girl did not cry at the funeral as her mother did, instead she thought about the dead flowers floating in the sink and the dirty dishes that were never cleaned. When they returned to the house, her mother closed the curtains and waited for the winter. The girl gathered all the dead flowers and laid them out on the lawn. When she went back inside, she washed the dishes.”


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