Some plants wilt if you shift them just an inch. Others thrive even after weeks alone. Some return home to find them thriving still green, wild, loyal He is more a snake plant. I’m more of a peculiar eucalyptus. It’s not my fault. Still, I feel guilty. A sensitive stem. Water me. Whisper sweet nothings. Brush my leaves. Carry me from corner to corner. Just don’t leave me alone drying and crisping. It doesn’t matter. I’ll fade away anyway Love has its seasons Replace me but no

A mother’s love is like the sea. Yet even the sea can be rough Her waves do not splash evenly. Sometimes, they pull away, making you wade...