Another story from my childhood; I posted it on my blog, but since it was requested, I'm also crossposting it here
When I was in kindergarten, I used to know that lonely girl. One day, I would see her walking alone near the kindergarten garden, touching the flowers. I was wondering what she was doing, so approaching her, I spoke, in German:
- What are you doing?
- Petting the flowers...
- Why would you pet the flowers?
- When you're sad... Don't you feel they're the only ones who can understand you?
I looked at her eyes. She was crying.