When my grandmother returned with two glasses of lemonade and a tray filled with macaroons. I tried to pretend that nothing unusual happened. On the inside I was trying to make sense of it all. Even if I did just imagine it. I was definitely concerned for my sanity.

"And that's the last of it." My grandmother said as she sealed a box with packing tape. Together we both put the boxes against the wall. In all honesty it didn't look like we did anything different to the attic. It still looked as if we never started cleaning it.
"Grab that last box and go put it with the rest of the holiday decorations." She ordered. I picked a box that was filled with Christmas decorations. I had set it down and out of curiosity I began to look through it. It was filled with all kinds of holiday decorations. The snow globes appealed to me the most, because there were so many and they where from different places. I stuck my hand back in the box without even looking and with my luck I grabbed that Harry doll. I quickly released my grip on it and threw everything I took out back in the box. I closed the box and had stacked it with the others. "I guess we're all done here." I said as I left the attic.

My grandmother followed behind me. Once we got down into the hallway she grabbed my wrist and placed the back of her hand on my forehead. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "Making sure you don't have a fever." She said as she flipped her hand back and forth.

"Why?" I asked backing away.

"You didn't eat or drink anything today. Which is odd because macaroons are your favorite. So I figure you must be sick. " Grandma said as she checked once again.

"I'm fine." I told her.

"If you say so. " She said as she tried to let up the attic door. I helped her pull it up because it wouldn't close all the way. Once we finally got it closed someone had rang the doorbell.
"Wonder who that could be." She said as she went to the front door. It was a delivery man there holding a bouquet of red tulips. "Flowers for Ms. Chambers." He said.

"I'm Mrs. Scottsdale you must be looking for my daughter."Grandma told him. He checked his clipped board again. "Is her name Victoria Chambers?" He asked. "That's me." I blurted. "Then these are for you." He said handing me the flowers. "You ladies have a nice day." The man said before leaving.
"Who are the flowers from?" Grandma asked me.

"I have no idea." I said as I examined the bunch of red tulips. "Does someone have a secret admirer?" She teased.

"I doubt that." I told her. I noticed that there was a little white card sticking through the flowers. It read:

"From when we met".

My grandmother noticed I was reading a card and started looking at it. "What does it say?" She asked eagerly. "Umm it's say it's from a friend." I lied. "Well there beautiful you should go put then in water." She instructed. On my walk to the kitchen I couldn't help but think about what that card said. And I'm pretty sure I know who they are from.When I pulled out a vase from the kitchen cabinet I started remembering what happened two years ago.

I wanted to go read in my mom's garden. When I got outside all the flowers were dead. Weather had been perfect all week. All the flowers had mysteriously died except one red tulip. Tulips are my favorite so I bent down to pick it up. My mom called me inside before I had the chance. After dinner I went upstairs to my room. I saw on my bed there was a flower on my pillow. It was the red tulip lying there. I began to think it was either my mom or dad playing a practical joke on me. Then again I was downstairs with them the whole time.

I placed the flowers in the vase and filled it with water. I was getting ready to go back and join my grandma in the living room. Soon as I turn around the vase fell out of my hands. He was standing in front of me again.

"Need help cleaning that?" He asked.