While at home this past weekend, I was in my old room and happend to peer out the window to see my camellia bush blooming. As my memory serves me, which might be different from the true story, I chose this bush to plant under my bedroom window in middle school. It could have been late elementary school. Nevertheless, I remember making the choice. (So, mom and dad if that's not true just let me go on believing it to be.) Here are a few shots from the ever growing, ever blooming memory.
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Mom and Dad, don't spoil this memory for her. Also, let's not tell her she's really adopted either.
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