I have the only family heirloom I want. It’s a cutting from my grandmother’s monstera.
My grandmother is a miserable person who I have not spoken to in decades (racist, untra-religious). However some of my earliest childhood memories were of playing with my army men in her monstera’s leaves. It was small and abused looking back then. She kept it in a dark corner without enough light. When I was around 13 year old, I cut off 2 nodes and 1 leaf and started my own plant from it.
I have almost lost it a few times over the years. Scab, frost, kids, bacterial infections, a couple years overseas relying on someone else to care for it etc. Every time it’s come back, started again and kept going.
I have the only family heirloom I want. It’s a cutting from my grandmother’s monstera.
My grandmother is a miserable person who I have not spoken to in decades (racist, untra-religious). However some of my earliest childhood memories were of playing with my army men in her monstera’s leaves. It was small and abused looking back then. She kept it in a dark corner without enough light. When I was around 13 year old, I cut off 2 nodes and 1 leaf and started my own plant from it.
I have almost lost it a few times over the years. Scab, frost, kids, bacterial infections, a couple years overseas relying on someone else to care for it etc. Every time it’s come back, started again and kept going.