No!! My little bonsai tree! You must live! I’m sorry that I’ve failed you. But, all is not yet lost. I remember the day that you came into my life. You were already three years old when I adopted you from the Christian Japanese lady who spoke very little English in a gas station parking lot across from my gym. But, she knew how to tell me to take care of you, before handing you to me while making the Sign of the Cross. I gave you more sun and fresh air than you needed for a few days before I realized your browning needles told me to keep you inside. It’ll take longer to recover, but you’re slowly coming back. Don’t give up on me yet.