Long lasting gift

Back in the spring, John gave me something he made at school, a baby zinnia plant in a tiny cup. I suppose he was supposed to give it to his mother, but his little heart is always thinking of others, and he impulsively gave it to me instead. I placed the infant plant in my garden when I got home that evening, but the next day, strong winds and rain battered it, and I wondered how it would survive. But it stayed strong in its little spot and grew beautifully through the rest of the season. In fact it was really the only successful outcome of my pitiful little garden. It is still pretty and producing buds as if it thinks it will last forever, and each time I see it I think of my sweet grandson.