I walked through the front door, dropped my bags just inside, and stood still for a moment. After two weeks away, the house felt quiet. The air was warm. The fridge was empty. The thermostat needed adjusting. I mentally ran through the list: unpack the suitcase, start the laundry, restock the kitchen, sort the mail.
I headed into the kitchen, and that’s when I saw it. The plant by the window. Or what was left of it. The stems had slumped. The leaves were curling and brown, some dry and brittle. The soil had cracked and pulled from the edges of the pot. I had closed the blinds before leaving and forgotten to water it. Two full weeks with no light and no care.










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