The first plant that I watered, and said was mines, died. So did the second. I wasn’t much of a green thumb sort of person. I wasn't much on growing either. Growing meant something had to change. Something had to be different from when you start at A to you end at B. In the mean while you loose something, something that made you laugh, something that made you feel alive. That past is now gone and what's left are those memories of what was and what will never be again. I grow orchids now, I know they will die every year and I know that they will come back. I realize that plants are easy now, plants only need the basics, food and water. People however, need a lot more to grow, a lot more nurturing a lot more love.