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Random mermaid
My mom killed a plastic plant back in the 60's. Left it next to a space heater and it wilted! My grandmother never let her live it down, either. Whenever my mom got even the slightest bit lippy with her, she'd say, 'Hey Linda, remember that time you managed to kill a fake plant? I do.' And my mom would just sit there and pout and stare.
The path of darkness and despair is just as natural, and doesn't mean the person who loses faith and collapses under the weight of their experiences is any weaker. Those who became the worst versions of themselves in order to survive. Those people existed too, and their stories are just as powerful.