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once upon a time there was a flower, it was nothing special, nothing rare, it lived in
a forest with millions of other flowers just like it. But in that forest, surrounded by others
like it, it was all alone. One day a young girl came out to the meadow and fell in love with
the flowers originality. For you see, though it was just another flower, it was different than
all the others for its color was a rare one. The child played with the flower and had tea parties and
loved the flower very much. But when the sun started to set the child did not wish to leave the flower
so she plucked it from the ground and took it home and placed it in a glass of water. The flower was
scared as it was ripped from the ground, knowing the stories of how other flowers died when pulled, but the flower trusted the girl, it knew the child loved it and was just wanting more time with it, so the flower was happy. Every day the girl would smile at it, place it on the tea table and tell it how beautiful it was and that she loved it and the flower was happy. But as the days went by the girl stopped doing as much with it, slowly it she stopped smiling at it. The flower hoped it was just the girl having a bad day, it told itself that surely the girl still loved it, for the flower still loved the girl. The flower held onto those memories but the girl kept changing. The flower began to fear that it was at fault, perhaps it wasn't as bright as it once was, so the flower decided to ask for fresh water, but the girl never came. As the days past the water in the glass dried up and the flower cried out for the girl but she would not hear him, so the flower wept, and wilted, its heart shattered. The next day the girl returned
with a rose, the now wilted flower asked the girl again for water, but the child only frowned and said,
why would i water you? You're all wilted, it is simply easier to get a new flower. You are too much
trouble. The flower cried and its petals fell, in place of the tears that were no more. The girl frowned,
angry at the flower for making a mess with its petals. She took the once loved flower and threw it out the window forgetting about it. The flower was dying, alone, no one to care for it, the sun dried out its
stem and slowly the flower decomposed, its only comfort was the memories of the girl smiling down at it with love. As the days past and the flower lay dying, it would watch as the girl would
play with the rose. That loving smile, the laugh that made the flower come to life, the flower yearned to have that smile directed at it just once more...but it never came. Yet the flower waited, convinced that it would come, and it was happy as it died. foolish little flower, it should have known better, flowers are replaceable.

The flower: Part 2!
On a sunny day, a not so sunny boy took a walk. He was left to ponder in his thoughts and past. Do to his reminiscing he had almost stepped upon a dried up flower. He wondered where it could have come from as there was not one as beautiful as this around. He apologized to the flower and left. The next day he took the same rout back on a walk with his memories. He noticed the flower again. Feeling in a lonely mood he picked it up. He talked to it “You really are a beautiful flower. Who in their right mind could throw you out?” He did not think much of it, as he knew not the flowers past. That night he put it in some new soil and cool water. “Here you go gorgeous” he placed a sun lamp adjacent to it. “We can’t have such a delicate little thing die on me yet!” He smiled and left the room. That morning he woke up to find the flower strong and full of color. “Let’s keep you that way!”
Every day he would talk to the flower and nurture it. He was a lonely man; he did his daily commute and got home. One day the man did not come back. The flower fret she would be abandoned yet again. But as expected the man came back. This time with a large vase, a beautiful vase, of many colors and designs. “A must for a rare flower like yourself.” He gently removed the plant from the soil and placed it in the vase.
A few days later the flower woke up to find most the house empty. She again fret that the man she now loved left her. A small amount of time passed and now strange men have taken everything else out of the house, the flower cried and felt hopeless. Yet again as if on cue the man she loved came in and swooped the flower up in its vase. “No matter where I go, I won’t forget you!” His happy gaze cast warmth over the flower.
Many days later they arrived at a warm and beautiful looking house. “I think you will like it here, there is much more sun.” They lived their days at this new tropic for what seemed like an eternity. Never has a flower lasted as long as she, and never has a flower been more loved then her.

Description
once upon a time there was a flower, it was nothing special, nothing rare, it lived in
a forest with millions of other flowers just like it. But in that forest, surrounded by others
like it, it was all alone. One day a young girl came out to the meadow and fell in love with
the flowers originality. For you see, though it was just another flower, it was different than
all the others for its color was a rare one. The child played with the flower and had tea parties and
loved the flower very much. But when the sun started to set the child did not wish to leave the flower
so she plucked it from the ground and took it home and placed it in a glass of water. The flower was
scared as it was ripped from the ground, knowing the stories of how other flowers died when pulled, but the flower trusted the girl, it knew the child loved it and was just wanting more time with it, so the flower was happy. Every day the girl would smile at it, place it on the tea table and tell it how beautiful it was and that she loved it and the flower was happy. But as the days went by the girl stopped doing as much with it, slowly it she stopped smiling at it. The flower hoped it was just the girl having a bad day, it told itself that surely the girl still loved it, for the flower still loved the girl. The flower held onto those memories but the girl kept changing. The flower began to fear that it was at fault, perhaps it wasn't as bright as it once was, so the flower decided to ask for fresh water, but the girl never came. As the days past the water in the glass dried up and the flower cried out for the girl but she would not hear him, so the flower wept, and wilted, its heart shattered. The next day the girl returned
with a rose, the now wilted flower asked the girl again for water, but the child only frowned and said,
why would i water you? You're all wilted, it is simply easier to get a new flower. You are too much
trouble. The flower cried and its petals fell, in place of the tears that were no more. The girl frowned,
angry at the flower for making a mess with its petals. She took the once loved flower and threw it out the window forgetting about it. The flower was dying, alone, no one to care for it, the sun dried out its
stem and slowly the flower decomposed, its only comfort was the memories of the girl smiling down at it with love. As the days past and the flower lay dying, it would watch as the girl would
play with the rose. That loving smile, the laugh that made the flower come to life, the flower yearned to have that smile directed at it just once more...but it never came. Yet the flower waited, convinced that it would come, and it was happy as it died. foolish little flower, it should have known better, flowers are replaceable.

The flower: Part 2!
On a sunny day, a not so sunny boy took a walk. He was left to ponder in his thoughts and past. Do to his reminiscing he had almost stepped upon a dried up flower. He wondered where it could have come from as there was not one as beautiful as this around. He apologized to the flower and left. The next day he took the same rout back on a walk with his memories. He noticed the flower again. Feeling in a lonely mood he picked it up. He talked to it “You really are a beautiful flower. Who in their right mind could throw you out?” He did not think much of it, as he knew not the flowers past. That night he put it in some new soil and cool water. “Here you go gorgeous” he placed a sun lamp adjacent to it. “We can’t have such a delicate little thing die on me yet!” He smiled and left the room. That morning he woke up to find the flower strong and full of color. “Let’s keep you that way!”
Every day he would talk to the flower and nurture it. He was a lonely man; he did his daily commute and got home. One day the man did not come back. The flower fret she would be abandoned yet again. But as expected the man came back. This time with a large vase, a beautiful vase, of many colors and designs. “A must for a rare flower like yourself.” He gently removed the plant from the soil and placed it in the vase.
A few days later the flower woke up to find most the house empty. She again fret that the man she now loved left her. A small amount of time passed and now strange men have taken everything else out of the house, the flower cried and felt hopeless. Yet again as if on cue the man she loved came in and swooped the flower up in its vase. “No matter where I go, I won’t forget you!” His happy gaze cast warmth over the flower.
Many days later they arrived at a warm and beautiful looking house. “I think you will like it here, there is much more sun.” They lived their days at this new tropic for what seemed like an eternity. Never has a flower lasted as long as she, and never has a flower been more loved then her.