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“Your being silly child,” grandma’s laughter tinkled. “It’s tilting over far too much and it’s no longer safe. What if it falls on a car, or worse some pedestrians? It has to be chopped down.”

I hear the logic, I really do, and yet it feels like the loss of my childhood. Like a beautiful chapter is being abruptly and cruelly terminated. When she was young all our Christmas celebrations centered on her. The year I had been selected the Christmas princess and got to place my angel right at the top was the most precious Christmas of my life.

Then time passed. She became too tall and we got too busy.
But was I ready to lose her? Most definitely not!

“Know something baby, her roots are still going to be there. She’s going to grow once again, and by the time you have your own little babies, we can dress her up just like the old days.”

That’s why grandma’s are special. They always know how to make you feel better.


Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers based on photo prompt by Shivangi Singh.

 

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2 thoughts on “Goodbye my friend…till we meet again

  1. Sweet story! The grandmother is right. The tree will grow back and she will be able to share the tree experience with her children. Welcome to the FFfAW challenge! We are happy you have joined us!

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