It's a story about a little village girl.
She was about eleven years old, at the fifth grade in elementary school.
She was really interested to so many plants, especially ornamental plants.
Near her school there was a huge fruit tree.
A very lush orchid grew and climbed intensively like a vine on that tree.
Bountiful flowers of the orchid showed up every day.
Every single day this girl passed through in front of the tree on the way went or backed home.
Here eyes were always fixed in to the orchid vine.
She really want to have her own orchid like that.
A 'Scorpion orchid'... it's the common name.
So... she saved money for about two weeks in order to bought some cuttings of the orchid vine.
And one day she went home with five cuttings to be planted in her garden.
Such a shame all of her cuttings had rotten and died...
All of her dream about having beautiful orchid was flown away...
Now... she can realize her dream, although only a cutting in her tiny garden.
Growing with her soul...
and... The girl is me...