Relatives I haven't seen for ages. Kids who grew up to be attractive teens with makeup and high heels that make me look much younger than them (it is a good feeling actually but not when those little girls treat me as younger). Old women staring with their eyes wide open "wee esh7ilwich sayra, mankha6abtay?" (No! duh!!) Cousins want to meet and gather; the same record goes on and on without really meeting (thank God).
So as I escaped to the exit door, there stood an old relative of mine. She greeted me and picked up a flower from the bouquet presented there. She gave it to me saying "grab this flower; it will bring you a husband". Me, huh?! What the?! "But I don't want to get married" defensively uttered. (What happened to the bride throwing her bouquet backwards?)
"Take it! Just get engaged first and then leave the guy!" with a big wide grin. "Ah! Ok!" with a bigger grin.
Now as you can see, this flower has withered and no one has come. Was she lying? Was she kidding me? She gave me hope! How could she not grant me her wish (notice that it is her wish not mine).
I lay my piece of fortune on my desk. I look at it wither as the days pass by, and I wither along.