By the time I woke up, it was already 10 in the morning. Somehow, I felt better so I left my room and went in the main hall where I found the staff all busy with their work.
“Miss Daphne,” the coordinator called out while holding a red rose. She handed it to me and added, “Someone sent this for you. There seemed to be a letter attached on it.”
“Who sent it?” I asked as I took the flower from her and untied the paper from it.
“The sender is anonymous.”
I dismissed her and opened the letter.
“A flower for a moody mushroom like you.”
The smiling emoji at the end got me angrier for some reason that I immediately crumpled the poor paper with one hand. Staring at the flower, I did not have the heart to throw it away so I brought it with me in the kitchen to have some light breakfast.
Whoe
