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“Well,” Sadi said in her matter-of-fact way, “the story goes that after the Creator had made all the plants and flowers in the world, he noticed that one flower, in particular, couldn’t quite keep its shape. It kept shifting and changing as if it couldn’t decide what it wanted to be or look like. Like it was trying to hide amongst the other flowers. The Creator didn’t want it to hide or be unsure of what it wanted it to be. He realized doing that over and over made it sick. So, he lovingly placed one of his hands on its petals and fused all its different forms into one. He told it that out of all the flowers in all the world it would be the strongest and most resilient, hence the reason it can bloom in the desert. Ever since then the flower has represented boldness to accept inevitable changes, that being different and unique is beautiful. It reminds us that the Creator made us all different, some more than others, but that doesn’t make us any less beautiful or worthy of acceptance and love.”

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