The other week I checked in on the one resthome resident who's been wanting to die, and there was another worker in her room, who pointed out that we should water her one miniature rose plant more often, since it was getting brown and dying.
"Okay," I was like.
Then, after I talked with the resident some, at some point where it was appropriate I slipped in a comment about how she's a beautiful rose who beautifies our lives, but she wants more to be like that one rose there that's dying.
That got a smile out of her.
"I want to be like that one," she was like, smiling and gesturing over to her one dying rose plant that we had just watered.
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