At 15, My Childhood Sweetheart Promised Me 60 Sunflowers on My 60th Birthday—He Died Years Ago, but 45 Years Later, They Appeared on My Porch With a Box That Made Me Shake

sixtieth birthday arrived quiet and gray

“Happy birthday, Mom. We’re still on for dinner tonight, right?”

“Of course,” I said. “Nothing fancy. Just my favorite people and a slice of cake.”

“You always say that. Sixty is a big deal, you know.”

I laughed softly.

“Sixty is just a number for a woman nobody buys flowers for anymore.”

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