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Tears refused to stop. The four
men continued their assigned task with the help of a huge machine.
That tree was a part of my
childhood memories. I was also told that my even my great grand parents have
played under its shade.
I touched the bulge in my stomach
and cried more. My baby would never be able to climb the tree, fall, get up and
climb again. I felt as if a close family member was slaughtered in front of my
eyes. I cursed myself for my helplessness.
What can I do? Cry. That’s all.
I did that until I felt week at
feet.
It is very sad. I hope you get back optimism and time heals the wound :)
ReplyDeleteKisses.
Only time can heal now..
DeleteThanks :)
Locomente, Good, though sad, story. This happens too often in today's world. Well written. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Susan :)
DeleteHow sad. Losing memories is very painful, as you showed. Hopefully she and her child will be able to build new memories and pass them down to later generations.
ReplyDeleteHere, "I felt week", should be "weak."
janet
Thanks Janet... :)
DeleteIt should be a crime to cut down a tree. I liked the long family link to this one.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed a crime...
DeleteThanks Patrick :)
True.. Big trees can actually be part of the family. In old farms in Sweden there used to be one tree that defined the prosperity of the family and the farm.. A tree one took care of otherwise the family would wither with the tree
ReplyDeleteThats really interesting to know...
DeleteWhen trees are grown in house or nearby, they become a part of our life; almost like a family...
There will be several memories associated with the tree...
Thanks Bjorn :)
Even I tell my son - learn to climb a tree before you learn to play on a PC !
ReplyDeleteSpent half of my childhood on trees, which are so alien now a days :(
Thanks a lot... :)
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