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dead jade
On thursday I mentioned that I killed a jade plant that I got from my grandmother. It had a little life left in it, and I am trying to coax some life out of some twigs. When we were at dinner with my dad and stepmom, I mentioned that I had killed this plant, and my dad says he remembers decorating the plant at Christmas, when he was a boy.
So it's not merely that I killed my grandmother's jade, but that she had had it for over fifty years.
And I asked my dad to describe it, since I was sure I wanted to believe that it was the same one, and he did so. If he's anything like me, he would have noted its presence every time he visited her.
So it's not merely that I killed my grandmother's jade, but that she had had it for over fifty years.
And I asked my dad to describe it, since I was sure I wanted to believe that it was the same one, and he did so. If he's anything like me, he would have noted its presence every time he visited her.