The taxi was waiting outside, but she wasn’t leaving without the ficus. From the window, she saw the light snow, and noticed the driver turning in his seat, looking up for his fare. She waved and hoped that would appease him a few more minutes.
The plant needed something to protect it from the elements. It nearly died every winter, the apartment was always so drafty and never got enough natural light. It lived only because of her nurturing, and she wasn’t about to change that, especially now.
Carrying the ficus in one arm, she grabbed her suitcase and left.