From the author: The author's fairy tale, written for the client's individual problem. Usually people come to understand the need for change when entire layers of life slowly and surely fall apart before their eyes... Coach-tale about an adopted feeling .When the cactus blooms. In one small sunny town, with small streets, there was a small cozy house. Just as small as all the small houses on this street in a small town. And one very friendly family lived in this small, cozy house: mom, dad and a kind little daughter. Respect, openness and calm reigned in their family, and all family members were so united that they did everything and relaxed together. In the summer they went out of town, into the forest and to the river. In the winter they had fun sledding down the hill. They had many friends, friendly families like their family. They had fun on holidays, and on weekdays, like everyone else, they went to work, and the children went to kindergarten. It was an ordinary working day, it was interesting, like all working days. The woman loved her job very much, was proud of her profession, and most importantly, the team he was young, cheerful and friendly, so that the work was very easy, and the day flew by quickly and unnoticed. And so, another working day was coming to an end, colleagues and friends agreed on how they would go home together, but the woman refused the trip. She wanted to walk home. It was a wonderful autumn time outside. The warm sun was shining, fallen yellow and red leaves lay on the ground. She walked through the park, leaves rustling under her feet. Her path ran through a small market. Her gaze stopped at the counter with indoor flowers. There were a lot of them, but among this many large flower pots, there was a small, fluffy cactus. He looked like a newly born chicken, he had no thorns, but was a gentle fluff with an ashen tint. He seemed so soft that he wanted to stroke him. The woman took it in her hands, brought it to her lips and whispered: “Baby, how cute you are!” I really want to pet you!” - Take it, daughter! So beautiful and not expensive! And most importantly, it doesn’t require any special care! He even loves it when people forget to water him! And it will be a treat for the eyes! Also, it blooms once every 100 years! It is a great miracle to see a blooming cactus! Of course, if you’re lucky, it might bloom earlier, the flower seller suggested. The woman couldn’t refuse such a miracle and bought it, especially since she was sure that in their house the cactus would like it and it would bloom much earlier! All the way, she carefully carried him and told him what a wonderful, kind family he would end up with. What loving people live there, her wonderful husband, and her charming daughter! The woman brought the cactus home and immediately transplanted it into the most beautiful pot, so small and cozy, with colorful paintings. She placed the cactus in the most prominent place in the room so that it would give joy to everyone! Every day she woke up, loosened the soil in a pot with a flower, but it still didn’t grow. She even bought him special land and different fertilizers, but he still sat in one place. Time passed, everything went on as usual, she and her husband worked, their daughter grew up. But at work, something didn’t work out, the boss became demanding, constantly prevented me from concentrating on work, called me out, scolded me, the team began to disintegrate before my eyes, some began to leave, others began to come. The woman, of course, did not like everything that was happening, but she endured it, somehow she worked, in general, she put up with what was happening, but work, as before, did not bring pleasure. But don’t change your job because of a bad team and a tyrant boss! She dedicated her entire life to this work! And I didn’t want to change it! She came home tired and depressed, but believed that work was work, and family was family. The only thing that made her happy was the cactus, it had even grown a little! That’s how this family lived, the daughter went to school, she’s so smart, she loves to study, but she constantly pesters her mother about her homework. How tired of these lessons! - I wish I could go to work quickly, I thought woman. And at work, I thought - it would be fastergo home! It was nice and calm at home, you could retire to your room and dream. Only my husband began to stay late from work. He had been delayed before, but warned about it. One evening, the woman was preparing dinner, waiting for her husband, she loved to spend evenings with her family, have dinner together, and then play children's lotto or perform a puppet show. But, it was already late, they had dinner with their daughter alone. When her husband came home from work, she angrily expressed her resentment for not warning him that he was late! It became somehow sad in their house. The woman no longer wanted to meet her husband for dinner, take an interest in his affairs, her daughter was tired of spending time together with her lessons and pesters. But the cactus made me happy, it somehow grew imperceptibly, its stem became so fleshy and powerful, its little guns turned into needles! And even my friends got tired of everything, I met with them less and less. Sometimes they turned to the woman with some requests, but she did not want to help them or spend time together. They became somewhat boring, everyone began to have shortcomings. How were they ever friends before? - the woman thought. The days became boring and dull. It’s good that my husband stayed late at work, because when he’s at home, they don’t find a common language. For some reason, he does everything wrong, as if on purpose! And the daughter stopped asking for help again, she sat by herself, studied, played with something. “Mom loves peace and quiet to reign in the house, otherwise...,” the girl said. In general, everyone in the family began to avoid communication, “so as not to disturb the silence”... Nothing made the woman happy, but rather the opposite. Only her favorite cactus - it gave a sprout! It was such happiness! The woman urgently transplanted him and took him to her daughter’s room. “Look,” she said joyfully. - Now you will have the same beautiful cactus! Grow him, take care of him! - the woman punished her daughter. This little cactus was as fluffy, and it seemed soft and tender, like the one she bought once a long time ago, as much as 20 years ago! Her daughter happily accepted the gift from her mother, because it was so beautiful - it little fluffy ball! She put it on the windowsill and, as always, went on a date with her fiancé, because she was already 22 years old! Time passed, and her daughter’s cactus was still the same small, fluffy and beautiful, although she did not fertilize it, forgot to water it, and did not even replant it in a new pot. She just took him with her when she got married. After a while, a little princess appeared in their cheerful friendly family, their daughter! She grew up quickly, even the cactus grew slower. And now she’s playing with a ball and... it hits her mother’s favorite cactus! “This is the cactus that my mother gave me!” - the woman got very angry and scolded her daughter! The cactus had to be transplanted into another pot, better than the old one, and the land was bought for it with fertilizers. And they put it on the windowsill, behind the curtain, so that it wouldn’t hit the ball again. “Anyway, it doesn’t need special care, you can forget about watering it,” that’s what my mother said when the woman was still a child. So they forgot about the cactus behind the curtain. Everything went on as before. She and her husband did everything together, worked, and cleaned the house while relaxing. So, on another cleaning day, when my husband was helping to wipe the dust from the window sill and clumsily pulled back the curtain, it caught on the thorns of a cactus, and it fell to the floor. The pot broke, the flower broke. The woman was very angry, she shouted at her husband and they quarreled. Then her daughter got caught, and she was punished for not putting away the toys on time. In general, everyone quarreled! After a while, when everyone had cooled down and made peace, the woman was already replanting the cactus into a new, beautiful pot, but she was seriously pricked by its thorns. They dug into the skin so much, there were so many of them, that out of pain and anger, she decided that the cactus had no place in their house, and she needed to take it to her mother’s house. The whole family made a beautiful box, decorated it with flowers and butterflies, and carefully placed it a pot of cactus was placed in it, they tied it with a scarlet satin ribbon and took it to their grandmother, who had not been happy about anything for a long time,