Pretty she is, but she’s also though. She needs only sunlight, and every two weeks, a bit of water from the tap. Sometimes I water her with my tears, shed because of mean hatted women.
So far Matilda is doing well. She will probably keep coexisting with me for many years. That is good, for I have much to learn from her: patience, self-sufficiency, yellowness.
(Republished. This was one of my first posts.)