In doing so you also grant the plant sentience with a mind that develops at the same pace as its physical maturity.

These plants are fully aware that

A. They have been robbed of a full life, B. They exist solely for the harvest C. They are the only ones of their kind and are alone in the vast uncaring universe beyond the prison you call a “window sill”.

They also see you planting other seeds and understand that makes you their parent. It’s a lot to process.