Once upon a time there lived a grandfather who loved gardening. It has a name for each one of his flowers, although it has a lot. But among them the most beautiful was a red rose, which he called precisely “pretty”. When the confinement started he was even glad he could spend more time with his favorite rose.
But “pretty” became ill. He first cared, but then realized that the real struggle was in hospitals, with all the people risking their lives in hospitals. When “pretty” died, he could only offer her suffering for all the victims of this terrible virus.
Pseudònim: Steve Rogers