“There is a special kind of freedom friends enjoy… The freedom to simply be themselves.” ~ William Cather

I was sipping my coffee, admiring the flowers. He was looking at me.

The roses I got for Mother’s Day were opening up beautifully, but its blossoms were starting to shed on the table. I was sitting with five year TJ, to make sure he finished the last bites of his breakfast.

“Why do flowers die?” Philosophy at seven in the morning caught me by surprise.

“What do you mean?” I answered, buying myself some time.

“There’s water in the vase. How come they’re not alive?” Okay. Science class is now in session.

As I concentrated hard to figure how best to explain biology to Mr. Curious, I took a different route.

Water keeps them alive until the flower blooms. Then, the petals fall off and they are done being flowers.

“That’s so sad.” TJ replied.

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I’ve felt the same about some friendships.

I thought true friendship was forever…

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