it's a true story..
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when i was 11 i was brought a plant of kinds to take care of,,
at the beginning i was delighted with it and took good care of it,,
time passed and my interest in it started to weaken,,
after a year or two i started to neglect it totally,,
i almost forgot to water it and give the propper nutrition,,
its leaves went yellow and shrinky,,
then i remembered that it had had no water for months and i rewatered it,,
its leaves went healthy again with the first drops of water, or let's say right after i finished watering it,,
then i spent a little paying quite good attention to it,,
time passed and i started to neglect it again,,
it's leaves went yellow and shrinky again,,
not shortly after, i remembered to water it,,
with the very first drops of water, its leaves went green and healthy again,,
the story continued on the same routine,,
times of care and times of neglecance,,
times of health and times of weakness,,
the point is that,, it never died,,
it was always there waiting for the drops of life,,
though it knew it would suffer hard times of lack of water,,
it never quitted,, never gave in,, never surrendered,,
always kept holding the hope so tight,,
waiting for the moment its roots would get wettened again,,
waiting for the time it would feel alive again,,
not because it liked that kind of life,,
not because it was so idiot to agree to such treatment,,
but only because it knew the moments of wet soil deserved to endure the times of fatal lack of water,,
only because it knew it could take it,,
