carol dragged herself off the couch and walked in to the kitchen.maybe some coffee would help.standing at the kitchen sink , she began to fill the pot with water , and noticed her wilting plant in the windowsill.she stuck a finger into the dirt.it was dry.this plant had been the product of an oversized spider plant.the original plant had been thrown out and neglected.yet , after months in exile , the plant had refused to die.carol had dragged it out of its dark , abandoned corner , and had given it a new home.to her , the plant and its offshoot represented an undying spirit survival against all odds .