I smiled and asked her, “What made you change?”
She ignored my question and replied, “Do you even consider me a friend? I know you wanted me gone, just to have my space freed up.”
Amused by her complaints, I said, “Are you finished? Let me speak.”
“Everywhere you go, people talk about mental health,” I continued. “I know you were unwell and even threatened to die. I tried my best to support you in any way I could. Yes, I admit, sometimes I told you that if you wanted to end it, then just do it instead of wasting time. Life moves on, with or without you.”
“Of course, that was your response when I was in a depressive mood. Today, you just thought to cut away my rotten parts, but then you accidentally noticed the flowers blooming on another branch. That surprised you, didn’t it?”
“I admit, I wasn’t expecting flowers from you,” I replied, “and it made me curious enough to search for corn plant blooms online. I’m sorry that I neglected you, that I only saw you as something ugly when your leaves were falling. But I wonder—did that neglect make you bloom? Did you come back to life after realizing you’d been left behind?”
“Thank you for coming back to life,” I added, “but remember, our exchanges—both the good and the bad—helped you return. I hope we’ll always remain friends. Look at Luna, our dog. You know her spinal injury was severe, but it hasn’t stopped her from enjoying life. Don’t you think everything is a mind game?”
She replied, “It’s all about what we manifest.”
