A short story? Not yet! But a true story! Medzmama, born in Marash, a survivor of the Armenian Genocide, was as generous and as honest as a summer's day is long. But when it came to house plants, you could not trust her. In the hope that she would come across a plant with a stealable leaf, she would always keep a wet handkerchief, or in later days, a wet kleenex, or a wet paper towel in a small plastic bag in her purse, with the hope that she would come across a stealable leaf, a leaf that she could carefully remove from a full-grown house plant (a plant in someone else's house), to take home hidden in the wet handkerchief in the plastic bag in a side pocket of her purse, and plant in the soil of an established potted plant, in the hopes that it would root, and that she could transplant the rooted leaf into a pot of its own. And she did exactly that, ending up with a houseful of plants that she had started from leaf.
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