The small sprouts lean; curled, tinged with brown and sad. “Why?” they ask. “Why did you buy us? We were so promising… so full of life. You looked and looked so carefully to choose only us. It was important to you. How could you forsake us like that?”
“Well,” I respond, “I had a picture of what could be. It was vibrant, colorful, blooming and happy. I did not mean to let you sit in the heat wave until you became so forlorn. I feel bad but I cannot change what was. Besides, human life comes before plant life.”
