My caretaker is a saint, a textbook do-gooder.
Even after getting tricked by a seller into buying fake peony seeds, he calmly carries on watering me every day.
He is always going on about how everything has a spirit and so on, but when I look at my neighbors, all dead in wretched ways...
Sometimes I wonder,
maybe I managed to become a spirit not because the soil was especially good,
or because the water was especially nourishing,
but simply because the will to survive was at work inside me.
CB pairing
Theme: Never give up in the face of hardship
