Without fear of success

"Are you serious?" His eyes widen as a plate while a mocking smile draws on his face. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe there is a human being who can't take care of a little animal. I can believe allergies, but not that you can't take care of a plant or an animal... I just can't help but imagine it and laugh."

"Believe it or not, here stands one who can't, and I'm not joking. I never had the courage to work at a florist, let alone take care of animals. Not to brag, but every time I was given a little pet..." I pause. "They always died in my hands. I don't know why, but they would die." I look down, feeling terrible in my chest as I remember it. "I don't understand why they died. I swear I bathed them, fed them, and gave them water... My mother used to say they died of sadness!"

But I doubt they died of sadness. I don't think every animal that passed through my hands died of sadness because I abandoned them. Over the years, I learned that I shouldn't have any animals or living things.