Roses Years Later

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Dear Diary:

When I was 17, I visited my sister in Brooklyn. After that, I couldn’t wait to grow up and move to New York City.

While I was visiting, my sister and I went out to dinner in Carroll Gardens. As we stood up to leave, the busboy, out of breath, handed me a bouquet of white roses he had bought on his break and asked me to go out with him.

My sister told him I was too young and was only visiting anyway.

When I eventually returned to the city as an adult, I walked past the space where the restaurant had been and let a wave of nostalgia wash over me.

Not far away, I saw a young man choosing flowers outside a small shop.

“She’ll like anything,” I said as I passed him.

He grabbed the cheapest bunch and confessed to being very nervous.

I slipped him a $10 bill from my purse and told him to get the white roses. They always make a girl feel special.

— Bailey Singletary

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PS:  A couple of weeks ago I posted a blog called ‘Earth = Heaven’.  There was a problem with the link which has now been fixed.

Please go to www.EarthEqualsHeaven.com and read the powerful manifesto.

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