As I arranged a bouquet, the doorbell chimed. The shop, my plant adoption centre felt serene today. Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the peace. I turned to see a beautiful potted plant on the floor, its leaves scattered, roots exposed.

I tried to steady my breathing, but the sight of the broken plant cut deep. Panicking, I rushed to scoop it up, my hands trembling. In my haste, I accidentally cut my finger on a shard of pottery.

“Ah..”