My sister has green fingers; I have a brown thumb. She has only to look at a seed for it to germinate; I once managed to kill a cactus left in my care. She buys me the hardiest plants, tells me how much I should water them and how often I should put them out in the sun. I follow her instructions to the letter, but nothing can stop the inevitable. I could never tell who was more distressed by it- my sister or me.
The other day, we discovered artificial plants. Now I too can surround myself with greenery.
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