It was a struggling cactus, kept falling over. It sometimes pierced curious childrens’ fingers – those children whose mothers would let them wander around the store unattended, making them cry and run into their mother’s arms. (you may read between the lines, here)
“Watch out for that nasty cactus, honey, stay close to your mom so it cannot hurt you!”…
In the summer, it lived outside my store – getting dry like all good cactus should – in the late afternoon hot summer sun. But after taking my daughter away for a short yet wonderful little vacation in upstate New York, it was gone. The cactus that my mother gave me when I reopened my store – was gone. I never even got to name it. Now it is just gone. Stolen. Absconded.
I hope it finds itself in Cactus heaven… And I think Cactus heaven would look this way:
