There is a pot of green radish at home, with luxuriant branches and leaves, full of vitality: tender green shoots, light green stems and branches, dark green leaves, the green color is bright and moving. As long as I can remember, I have only had this pot of pothos in my home.
Every morning, my mother would water, loosen, and fertilize the pothos with a smile. If the sun was too strong at noon, my mother would carefully move the pothos to a cooler place. At night, my mother would move the pothos back into the house and place it on a beautiful flower stand. At this time, my father would trim the branches and leaves of the pothos and sometimes add some things.
I've always been puzzled. It's just a pot of plant that can be seen everywhere. Is it necessary to be so careful? Besides, the vitality of pothos is the most tenacious and vigorous among plants. It can survive even with casual care. Is it necessary to take such care?
Moreover, I am my parents' baby! I am their only child! I don't want their love to be given to anyone else, especially such an ordinary plant!
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