I woke up today, and some­thing was not nor­mal. Half of my pic­tures were on the floor instead of their usual place on the wall, and there was more. Some­thing else… missing.

When I was about to leave for work, it hit me.

My plant.

Had dis­ap­peared.

The faith­ful plant I reg­u­larly watered, talked to, and was my con­stant com­pan­ion when I was busy get­ting holes poked in my lung.

Was gone. With­out a trace.

Per­haps it had fallen out the win­dow from the third story?

I checked below, but didn’t see it.

Fran­ti­cally run­ning down­stairs, I found it, in front of our apart­ment main door. The pot was bro­ken, but it seemed to be intact. I quickly hauled it up to our apart­ment, set it on a large plate, gave it some water, and ran off to work.

Later that day I quickly pur­chased a much larger pot for it with some yummy soil.

It’s kind of funny how sad I was when I real­ized the plant might have been gone and/or dam­aged beyond repair. I think this kind of sums it up:

Champ Plant. After the fall and now resid­ing in its new home.