Leaves

People don't generally react well to... unique ideas.

Apparently, leaves being precious possessions is not a normal belief.

I found three leaves on the way home, they were pretty and green, red, and yellow. I brought them to my house and showed them to my mother.

"Look, Mom!" I cried, holding them out. "I found these leaves, and I didn't even have to look for them! They were just out for anyone to pick up!"

"That's... great, dear," she said, sounding less than impressed, and maybe a little bit concerned for my mental state. "Please go put them back outside."

"But... they're precious!" I insisted, holding them closer to me.

"They're leaves," she said dryly.

"And I love them," I said stubbornly.

"Fine," she said, "take them downstairs."

"Alright," I said brightly, smiling as I walked to my room and laying them gently on a shelf.

Similar experiences were repeated as my family members wandered through during the day.

And don't even get me started on the tomato.