So there I was,
walking home from school when I found a nearly shriveled up flower. It pained me just to see it. As delicately as I could, I picked it
up and brought it back home with me.
I
ran straight to my room. I filled
a small bowl with water and placed the wilting flower in it. I might have sworn the flower sighed in
relief at the feeling of the water circulating through her stem. I smiled and finished my homework.
That
night, I woke up at a bright silvery blue light in my room. I rubbed my eyes and looked to where
the light came from. The
flower!
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