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Going Green

I am someone who don't really have many wants, partly because I don't really know what I want. This posed a problem for my coming birthday. You see, I have a habit of telling my parents and my sisters what I want for my birthday. This saves the trouble of being given things that I would not end up using and not being given things that I needed using.

For my coming birthday, all I needed was a watch as my old one was badly scratched from my frequent tumbling during a skating clinic. That I assigned to my parents. And then my sisters asked me what I wanted, to which I had no answer. I racked my brains but there was nothing that I needed at that point in time that would fall within their budget. And chances were that if I did not tell them anything, they would get me a shirt, and chances are that shirt would just disappear in the pile of shirts overflowing from my cupboard.

And then I had an answer. I wanted a plant.

It was a weird request. Even I did not see it coming. But to some extent it made sense. Sometimes it did get awfully lonely in my room with all the studying. And when I looked around, all I saw was the stares of lifeless human creations. Something green would be nice. Something that freshened the air. Something that breathed.

I asked for one plant, a Japanese Peace Lily. But instead I received an early birthday present in the form of 3 beauties, a Money Plant, a Chinese Evergreen and  a Song of India.



Look at them 
So Evergreen
Just like me

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