Mother

Mother,
  I delivered about 25 bouquets this past weekend to various mothers in the Queen Creek, Tempe and Scottsdale areas of Arizona.  Some mothers were not home so I left the bouquets with one of their neighbors who were happy to accept.  The GPS guided me to places I had never been.  Immense gated communities where the streets are so quiet it explains the fact that I woke some people up from their sleep.  What struck me most was the attitude of people receiving flowers.  From elation to downright apathy.  Maybe the latter ones were in the middle of something.  I don't know.  How can you not smile when receiving flowers?  Even if they were not sent to you, they are flowers, beautifully arranged for the occasion.  This made me think that the attitude might not have been directed towards the flowers but the fact that a woman with an accent is standing at the door and we better be careful.  I am being generous.  The worst was the look I got from a woman who drove into her driveway as I was leaving having given her bouquet to the neighbor and I was telling her this.  The who are you to even dare talk to me look. She is still a loving mother to someone who sent her the flowers I explained to myself.  These were the rare occasions which brought me to reality.  No one has to follow your script I said to myself.  I realize my excitement about delivering flowers while being a robot and following every turn the GPS voice would command me to was mine only. 

Please accept that as my love for you.