Last night I broke the news to my parents -- well, Father -- about the plants that died and/or are dying. Didn't tell them that I am watering less frequently; I told them I am following Father's instructions and pouring a pot-full into the plants every day, even though I now believe overwatering is what's killing them.
Their response? Through Mother: "The plants don't like me."
They probably don't, in all honesty. But then they said to just keep watering. And that was it.
Phew! Maybe telling them -- gulp -- a fortnight before they come home helped them keep calm. Or maybe they're just sanguine now in general. Whatever the reason, I just wished I had this easygoing-ness from my parents a lot more often when I was young.
Their response? Through Mother: "The plants don't like me."
They probably don't, in all honesty. But then they said to just keep watering. And that was it.
Phew! Maybe telling them -- gulp -- a fortnight before they come home helped them keep calm. Or maybe they're just sanguine now in general. Whatever the reason, I just wished I had this easygoing-ness from my parents a lot more often when I was young.
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