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The plant

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Somewhere in America. In a crowded hot city. A schizophrenic woman lives. She can’t do anything by her own, cause she is constantly pulled in thoughts and memories what make her not function the right way. She is dirty, she does not wash her self everyday, does not clean the house. Just because of the fact her brain is everywhere, but not really here. Even in this crowded city people like this are really alone and isolated.

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One day after a whole life of isolation the one person she learned to trust for a bit, just a bit cause she is still paranoid about the fact she is even helping her. It is her therapist. The therapist says. -Hi Jolene, we have not met in a few weeks. How is it going? Jolene says. -How do you think it is going? With some hesitation.

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-I got an idea says the therapist. -Here is the back story. -See your life as a growing plant. That needs water and sunlight. -Don’t ya like plants? -Of course says Jolene. -But how do expect me to care for anything? I Can’t even care for myself. The therapist says. -We are going to smart small Jolene. The therapist reaches in her bag and she pulls out a bag of seeds. -Jolene, she says. -Try to grow them, and look at them like it is the care you have to take for yourself. Again with hesitation. Jolene agrees.

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Days pass, and Jolene is happy she has some goal in her life. Giving water every two days the plants starts to grow slowly. Jolene found pride in plants.

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5 weeks later Jolene receives a mail which of course she does not open. Again, she does not trust it. It is the water company. But how can you open mail she thinks. It makes her shiver.

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8 weeks later she wakes up one morning. Her plants grew in a strong little beings. With leaves green and peddles blue. They were beautiful. She walks to the sink with a glass she gets out of the dirty dishes and thinks. It is time to water you again my friends. But of course. It was just a matter of time the water got cut off. Oh no, it was a water bill she thinks.

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4 days pass, she tries to call her therapist, drinking the last of her soda's. But her agenda is full and she is stuck alone with her dying plant. She felt like she just killed herself by killing these plants. The guilt is not something she can live with. She sits on a chair staring out of the window like a widow who just lost her man. When she sees a small drop hitting the window.