The flower was sad, drooping, unhappy.
Alona looked at her sad, dropping, unhappy little flower and worried.
It was the only flower she had grown in the patch of dirty she had. The other plants and tried, and failed. This was the only one, seeming to draw on the lost lives of the others. Alona wondered what was wrong.
Testing of the soil had revealed it to be healthy. It wasn’t too dry or too wet, the acidity was just right, the bacteria in it appropriate to the region.
As Alona stared at the flower, the flower perked itself up just a little. She smiled, hummed to it, and hoped that would help. Then she went back inside. The flower drooped again, a little lower this time.