Isaac wasn’t always a plant whisperer. It was a talent that came to him later in life. In fact, it began one day when Charlie’s school sold little plants as a fundraiser. Marianne had given him some money to spend, and Charlie came home with a miniature rosebush in a pot painted bright yellow. He showed it off proudly, and then left it on his windowsill and forgot about it.
One day, as Isaac passed by Charlie’s room, he thought he heard a voice inside calling for help. This was odd, because Charlie and Marianne were at Charlie’s swim practice. Isaac pushed the door open a little wider and stepped inside.
“Help me,” the voice said again. “It’s dark and cold, and I’m so thirsty. Please help.” Read More