Last week my dad pulled up my lemon verbena plant thinking it was a weed. I attempted to replant it, but it doesn’t look like it has taken. What little leaves were left on it have died. As I stare helplessly at what’s left of my favourite plant, I feel as though I am staring at a mirror. I too have been cut and uprooted. I too have been planted with something/someone new and expected to take to it. I have not taken to it. I am barely alive.