A little girl mourns for dead flowers. I ask her why she does that.
She says, “They were once alive. Being flowers doesn’t make them less worth it for mourning.“
“But little girl, nobody gets to know flowers. You can’t just mourn for random things or people.“
She stares at me before saying, “It’s because you’re too cold and ignorant towards life that you do not care enough for anyone or anything that can no longer live.“