He has grand plans of the kind of trees and plants that he wants to have in his dream garden.
A few months ago, his school encouraged the kids to bring a plastic bottle for recycling and he came back with little seedlings in it.
Every morning, he would lovingly place it next to the window in our living room and "watch it grow".
Then he forgot about the seedling for a few days.
When he realized it had died, the boy was so sad and speechless for some moments, as if mourning the death of his plant. And I even noticed a tear at the corner of his eye. Just one. But still, my baby shed a tear for his dead plant. AWw....
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