Every evening, Marty gifted his plant of joy. peeping though the dusty pane of glass, a stranger caught his eye. Could this be his first friend in a long time?

Eager to share, Marty joyfully and with care, he snipped off a branch of the small tree. As he silently walked through the dark, his hands shook in joy.

As heplaced the miniature pot in front of her door, he softly

whispered " May our freindship grow like this little tree."