Thank you for the Cactus

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory. ~ Dr. Seuss

After my invalid marriage failed, I moved to an apartment with a flower bed outside my unit. It had lovely roses which reminded me of my mommy (who had passed away when I was 13) and her flower garden. I watered and talked to them, just like how I remembered her doing it. Shortly after, the roses wilted and died. I was devastated and ashamed. My dad is an agriculturist; he taught me how to take care of these plants so it felt like I failed him too.

The unexpected moment is always sweeter.

One uneventful day at work, Kuya Bot visited me. He said he knew how sad I was because my flowers died; so he brought me a present. He wrapped it up in a lovely little box with a lovely little bow. And, in the lovely little box with a lovely little bow was a lovely little pot with an ugly little plant. He gave me a cactus. He smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry, you can’t kill a cactus.”

The cactus joined the roses in plant heaven not too long after I received it. He may have misjudged the complete lack of green in my thumb, but he always understood me. Generous and kind; he was a loving brother.

Fast forward to the recent now…

I say I miraculously got my green thumb when I got my Canadian citizenship. Jahan says it was when I “made love to his body”. Hmmmm. I mean…… that’s a tough call so, just like baseball, I’ll need to check the video replay.


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