Valentine’s Day is my new least favorite day of the year. Just recently, the marriage I’d dreamed of      girlhood had broken up, and with it my faith in the power of love.
   I started sorting my mail I noticed a pale pink envelop. I opened it to find a red heart-shaped card with beautiful white lace.      (obvious) it was not a guy card. I looked for a signature. It was from Kris, a former colleague I’d done      favor to ages ago.
“Not only do I celebrate my anniversary each Valentine’s Day,” Kris wrote, “but also I remember     kindness by doing something nice for someone else to perpetuate (使永恒) the love you once showed me.”
I smiled. I      (speak) to Kris in years. She had no way of knowing about my divorce. Was this one of those little reminders?
Lunch came. I went to the garden center and bought potted tulips (郁金香) for a woman in another department     mother had recently died.
“For Valentine’s Day,” I said quietly when I handed       to her. “I thought you might need them today.”
She looked at me with surprise. Her eyes watered. She took the flowers,    (touch) them softly with her hand. “Thank you!” she said.
Back at my desk I placed Kris’s card right      I could see it the rest of the day – a little reminder of the power of love.