After a good amount of time the "papa" spider plant had little stemming spider plants growing out of its pit. My father and I filled a few small flower pots with dirt and we cut off the little plantlings. Each one of them was stuck into its own individual planter to create its own roots. That time spent tending to the spider plants allowed for the distrust in my heart to mend and ultimately helped me to grow, like the little sprouts branching out of the parent plant.
Just like a little spider plant, last Monday, I was given my own pot of dirt. Though the cutting was a little bitter, I'm at peace knowing that I'm stepping (or growing) into my own plant/person.
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