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Story 21/02/2026 22:48

“The Plant in My Office Wasn’t Mine — But Someone Kept Taking Care of It.”

The plant appeared on a Monday.

That alone should have been enough to catch my attention, but it took me a few hours to notice it. I arrived early that morning, coffee in one hand, bag in the other, already thinking about everything I needed to finish before noon.

When I finally sat down at my desk and looked up, it was there.

A small potted plant.

Nothing dramatic. No bright flowers or oversized leaves. Just a simple green plant in a plain white pot, placed neatly in the corner of my desk, as if it had always belonged there.

I stared at it, trying to remember when I might have brought it in.

I hadn’t.
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I’m not the kind of person who buys plants for work. I forget to water them. I overthink where to place them. And honestly, I’d never felt like my desk needed one.

I asked the coworker next to me if she knew where it came from.

She shook her head.
“Thought it was yours.”

So did everyone else.

By the end of the day, I shrugged and accepted it as one of those small office mysteries that didn’t really matter.

The week got busy quickly.

Meetings overlapped. Deadlines crept closer. Lunch breaks became shorter and more distracted.

I forgot about the plant.

Until the following Monday.

It looked… better.

The leaves were slightly more upright. The soil looked fresh. Someone had clearly taken care of it.

That wasn’t me.

I hadn’t watered it once.

Still, I didn’t question it. Office spaces are shared. Maybe someone assumed responsibility by accident.

Another week passed.

The plant continued to thrive.

Green. Balanced. Quietly steady.

Meanwhile, I wasn’t.

Work pressure had been building for months, but that particular season felt heavier. Projects required more coordination. Decisions carried more weight. I was doing my best to keep up, but the effort was starting to show.

I arrived early one morning after a restless night and noticed the plant again.

It had grown.

Not dramatically — just enough to be noticeable if you were paying attention.

Something about that stopped me.

I realized then that the plant had never missed care, even on days when I barely remembered to pause for myself.

I checked the soil.

Recently watered.
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Someone was being consistent.

That afternoon, curiosity finally pushed me to ask around.

“Does anyone know who’s taking care of the plant on my desk?” I asked casually in the break room.

A few people looked up.

“No idea,” one said.
“I assumed it was you,” another added.

No one claimed it.

I let the question go, but the thought lingered.

Weeks passed.

The plant became part of my routine. I noticed it when I arrived. I glanced at it between tasks. Sometimes, without realizing it, I found myself taking a deeper breath just looking at it.

It didn’t demand attention.

It simply existed.

One evening, I stayed late finishing a report. The office was quiet, lights dimmed, the hum of computers filling the space.

As I packed up my things, I noticed a figure at the far end of the room — someone from another department, quietly moving between desks.

They stopped near mine.

And reached for the plant.

I hesitated, unsure whether to interrupt.

But then I saw what they were doing.

They adjusted the pot slightly, wiped a bit of dust from a leaf, and poured a small amount of water with careful precision.

I cleared my throat gently.

They looked up, startled.

“Oh — I’m sorry,” they said quickly. “I didn’t mean to touch your things without asking.”

“It’s okay,” I replied. “I was actually hoping to catch whoever’s been doing that.”

They smiled, a little embarrassed.

“I hope you don’t mind,” they said. “I noticed the plant a while ago and thought it could use some care.”
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“Why?” I asked, not unkindly.

They hesitated before answering.

“I’ve seen you working late a lot,” they said. “You always look focused — but tired.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I figured if you were carrying so much,” they continued, “the least I could do was take care of something small near you.”

The words landed quietly — and deeply.

“I didn’t want to make it obvious,” they added. “Just… something steady. Something alive.”

I nodded, feeling unexpectedly seen.

“Thank you,” I said simply.

They smiled.

“I’m glad it helped.”

After that, I didn’t ask them to stop.

And they didn’t make a big deal of it.

The plant stayed.

It continued to grow slowly, consistently, without urgency.

And over time, something else changed too.

I started taking better breaks.
I stopped skipping lunch so often.
I became more mindful of the pace I was keeping.

Not because someone told me to.

But because someone had shown care without asking for credit.

Eventually, I took over watering the plant myself — not as a replacement, but as a continuation.

It felt symbolic.

Shared care.

Shared presence.

The plant is still on my desk.

It’s bigger now. Fuller. Stronger.

People often comment on how healthy it looks.

I smile and say thank you.

But what I don’t always explain is this:

That plant taught me something I didn’t know I needed to learn.

Support doesn’t always come as advice.
Care doesn’t always arrive with words.
And sometimes, the most meaningful kindness is the kind that quietly tends to what’s near you — especially when you’re too busy to notice you need it.

Sometimes…

…it looks like a small green plant, growing steadily, reminding you that even in the middle of pressure and responsibility, someone thought you deserved to be cared for too.

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