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“It’s just a tree,” he said.
“I know,” she sighed.
“So we’re cool?”
“Yeah,” she smiled. Minutes later, perched on the ground with the bark against her back, she closed her eyes and saw her dad swoop her in his arms for lemonade. He told her that this tree was the first thing he and mom ever planted on the land they saved for.
She was waiting when he came home. “Honey, the tree stays.”
“I thought we agreed to cut it so the pool was behind the house?”
“It’s mom and dad’s tree, it stays. We’ll move the pool and plant a privacy hedge.”
“Ok,” he mumbled, feeling lost.
Musings From the Turnip Patch 
Ah, memories. I hope he grows to understand and that they have similar memories together some day.
janet
You have to save the memories. A prefect story as always. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
This is good. Well done. a moment in time with a memory to remind one of things that are important. I liked your story very much! 🙂
Thank you.
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Good for her! I enjoyed your story.
Awww I really like that. Family memories comes first
memories 🙂 i liked the description of dad taking the young girls in his arms 🙂
Thanks it reminded me of a day with my grandpa. Special.
Great story, beautifully told.
Keep the memories.
Enjoyed your story, really liked it
Dee
it’s not just a tree 🙂 lovely story
Very sweet story. Made me happy to read.
awww…love it
glad she was able to speak up. The memories would have come crashing down
well done
Poor guy, he just is lucky he said, “yes,” and dropped it.
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/friday-fictioneers-april-5-2013-genre-fantasyhumor-pg/
A tough decision, clearly. Lovely story 🙂
I’m glad they kept the tree. Pools are commonplace, but a tree like that… 🙂
This one touched me. A lovely story, it took me back to our last house where our eldest son was born. We planted two trees in the front garden, one for our daughter and one for our son a few years after. Some days I drive past the house to see those trees. They are almost as tall as the house now. 🙂
Aww. I hope those trees live on. We left one at our old house. Hubby and I planted it and carved our initials in a heart the day we moved. It still stands.
I hope he understands and this doesn’t become a big deal between the two of them.
I hope she can make him understand. Very special tree with precious memories. Nice story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
She would never forgive herself if she allowed that tree to be cut down!
If he loves her he’ll understand 🙂 lovely piece.
I’m glad the tree stays! I like how the tree inspires memories of her parents, and she feels strongly about keeping the tree.
Memories can sometimes move mountains, or the pool in this story.