My husband went on a business trip to another city for a month, and I decided to move his favorite potted cactus to another location, but I accidentally broke it while carrying it. But what I discovered in the broken pot changed my life forever. How strange that our lives can be changed by completely random events.Small, ordinary, almost insignificant things suddenly turn everything upside down, and then nothing stays the same.

For me, that turning point was an ordinary cactus. I should probably start my story with that. It was early Saturday morning.
The spring sun flooded our apartment with a soft, golden light. My husband, John, had gone on a business trip to New York for a whole month. He worked for a large construction company, and such long absences were frequent.

I had grown accustomed to his absence, although, of course, I always missed him. Taking advantage of the fact that I was alone in the apartment, I decided to do a little furniture rearrangement. I’d been wanting to change the decor a bit for a while, give it a fresh look, but John was conservative and preferred everything to be in its place.