The Monstera is thriving, even though I neglect it a little. My friends gifted it to me when all my other plants kept dying; I suppose it was their way of showing faith in me. Since then, not a single potted plant has abandoned me. I like to think it’s not a coincidence but the result of a beautiful day. I’m writing this down in case I ever forget that what you give the world has consequences—and it’s not a threat, but a gift.