The night before the accident I walked past that flower shop where I saw the cactus. I stopped looked at it and kept on walking.
Then things were going through my mind.
Its such a small and lovely plant and it’s strong and robust at the same time.
It’s so tiny and fragile as well as tough and can live in poor soil.
It’s looks cute and soft and it has stings to fight.
If you want to stroke it it would stab you.
It’s untouchable of a kind through it’s thistly shell but beneath there is a soft core.
So I thought it’s like you. Then I stopped went back and bought it for you.