A story about a cactus

As I was young - 40 years ago - I
looked after a little girl, while her mother was working. I did this for some years. When the job came to an end, the mother showed her gratitude by giving me one of her most precious belongings.: A cactus.

I have tresured IT ever since and it has given me many "babies" and many flowers. IT blossoms now and about 6 more flowers are on their way. And IT smells better than the best roses and the finest perfume.