As Corinne worked in the garden, the memory of her mama holding the small white orange seed came to her mind. Her mama had told her that the seed was magic. If you take care of it, it will take care of you.
— You love your plant, don't you?
— It's my best friend. Always happy. No questions. And it's like me, you see? No roots.
— If you really love it, you should plant it in the park so it can have roots.
— You're right.