Here I am in my Easter finery sitting next to my beautiful mother. Please note the scowl on my face. I am furious—furious!—that I am adorned with that plain white carnation, the most blasé of boutonnieres, while Mother is wearing the most gorgeous violet corsage I have ever seen. We were all preparing to go to Mass when the flowers came out, and I pitched a fit about it. I skulked through the Easter Sunday service and possibly even after we got home. I guess I learned early on that life is not always fair.
