356-word version: Stony Brook (SUNY) – Business Administration
My mother’s friend had a greenhouse and my family would visit her from time to time to gaze at the blossoms. One day, my mother’s friend invited us again as the flowers were about to bloom and as she wanted us to take a few of them home with us...

692-word version: Carnegie Mellon - Economics
...A few days later, my Gold Crest withered and died, but my cousin`s grew for over a year. I could not get over why his lasted much longer than mine. So, though I was not really into growing plants, I visited my mother`s friend the next year and got another one...