Her dreams, your goals
A succulent was thriving on my friend's terrace. It's thick wax-coated leaves shone in the bright sunlight, the light green colour of youth standing out against the dull, rough soil and the broken pot that held it. Each thick leaf, and the sturdy stem reflected energy and joy. I fell in love with the plant. I asked my friend and brought it home. I kept it at my desk, where I spend most of my time. I kept looking at it every few moments. 'Hello, lovely plant, how are you doing today ?' I tried to talk to it, as I poured water in the pot. Water, that had nutrients mixed in it. I gave my plant a name. But my care didn't seem to make my plant happy. The stem drooped. The leaves showed wrinkles. The energy, the spirit of life, seemed lost. Sad, and not sure what to do, I transferred it to the balcony. There, I'd not see it every moment. I felt bad. To have taken the trouble to bring it home, seemed to be useless. My love was hurt. I didn't ...