翻译一篇英语小短文Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned 1

翻译一篇英语小短文
Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned 12, a white gardenia was delivered to my house. No card came with it. Calls to the flower-shop were not helpful at all. After a while I stopped trying to discover the sender’s name and just delighted in the beautiful white flower in soft pink paper.
But I never stopped imagine who the giver might be. Some of my happiest moments were spent daydreaming about the sender. My mother encouraged these imaginings. She’d ask me if there was someone for whom I has done a special kindness. Perhaps it was the old man across the street whose mail I’d delivered during the winter. As a girl, though, I had more fun imagining that it might be a boy I had met.
One month before my graduation, my father died. I felt so sad that I became more completely uninterested in my upcoming graduation dance, and I didn’t care if I had a new dress or not. But my mother , in her own sadness, would not let me miss any of those things. She wanted her children to feel loved and lovable. In fact, my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia—lovely, strong and perfect with perhaps a bit of mystery( 神秘).
My mother died ten days after I was married. I was 22. That was the year the gardenia stooped coming.
要求语句通顺 5.2日前给答案 如果合格将于5.10日左右给予20悬赏币不给招雷劈

自从我满12岁以来,每年生日那天,家里都会收到一朵白色的栀子花,没有署名的卡片.打电话问花店,也不得而知.后来我就不再想着要弄清寄花的人到底是谁了,只是欣赏着那朵包在柔软的粉红包装纸里的,美丽的白花.
但是我还是常常幻想,那个给我送花的,是怎样的一个人.我沉浸在自己的白日梦中,其乐无穷.妈妈也鼓励我的幻想,还让我试着回忆,是否以前我给过某个人以特别的恩惠?我想,也许是住在对面的那个老人吧?我冬天的时候为他送过信.可我毕竟是个女孩,所以更愿意幻想,也许那个他,是个我曾邂逅的男孩子.
我毕业以后一个月,父亲去世了.我悲伤极了,对毕业舞会完全没了兴致,也不在乎自己到时候有没有新裙子穿.妈妈尽管也很伤心,但她是不会让我错过这些的,她想让自己的女儿能感到人们的宠爱,感到自己是个讨人喜欢的女孩子.其实,妈妈想让她的孩子们把自己看作一朵栀子花--可爱,坚强,完美,或许还有点儿神秘.
妈妈在我结婚仅十天后就去世了,那年我才22岁.自那年以后,我就再没有收到过栀子花.