When we came back from vacation, one of our ancient trees was gone. But the
The glow from Mr. Collins’ backyard lights spilled unnaturally across what was now an open stretch of land, illuminating the space where our tree once stood. My father slipped his phone into his pocket with a slow, exhausted breath, the kind that carries more weight than words ever could. We stood together in silence—my parents,…
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