Husband left on a business trip, and wife decided to repot flowers. What she found in the pot made her hair stand on end…

— Well, that’s it, — said Paula, hugging her husband goodbye. — Are you leaving again? — You know it’s work, — replied Anthony, kissing her on the cheek. — I’m not happy about it either.

I’d like to spend more time with you and Mikey too. But this is a business trip, you understand? It’s very important for me. The boss promised a promotion if the product shipments go beyond the state.

— I understand, — sighed Paula, letting him go. — But I really want to go out together just once. Like before.

To the movies, theater, or just to the park. — We’ll definitely go as soon as I get back, — promised Anthony. — Come on, don’t be sad.

I’ll call every day, and you don’t forget either. And don’t stay too late at your hospital, I know you. — Okay, — replied Paula, trying to smile.

Take care of yourself. Anthony nodded and headed to the arriving taxi. Paula watched him until the car disappeared from view.

She felt a lump in her throat. It became somehow sad, lonely. — When will all this end? — whispered the woman, returning to the house.

— Will there ever be a time when we’ll be a family again, not just roommates? She entered the house, looked around. The living room was quiet and empty. Her son was staying at his grandmother’s cottage, and Anthony again preferred work over family.

Paula went to the window and looked at the flowers standing on the windowsill in pots. They pleased her with their bright colors and green leaves. — And I’ve been planning to repot you for a long time, but couldn’t find the time.

I think today it appeared. Paula remembered that she had bought new, more spacious pots. And now, when she was left alone, it seemed like a great way to occupy herself and distract a bit from sad thoughts.

— Well, my good one, let’s start, — she said, taking one of the pots. — You’ve probably gotten tired in these tight little homes. Paula carefully removed the flower from the old pot and transplanted it into the new, more spacious one.

Then she watered it, put it back on the windowsill. — There, now much better, — she said, looking at the flower. — Grow big and beautiful.

She took the second pot and repeated the procedure. She liked fiddling with flowers. It calmed her, helped her relax…