Kate Motaung
One spring morning at church, a friend gave our four-year-old daughter a piece of candy. She cupped it in her palm, wrapped her fingers around it and cherished her newly acquired treasure.
About half an hour later, as we were about to leave, I noticed in the church parking lot that she no longer had her prized possession.
“Where did your sweet go?” I asked her.
“Oh, I planted it in the dirt over there so it will grow into a tree full of sweets.”
