Añuli smiles as her hands got covered in dirt. She looks up at her younger brother and smiles.
"Today your turning three!"
She tells him. Wecan just laughs and plays in the dirt. Her father speaks, his voice booming.
"Let's plant this Mango Tree!"
Wecan laughs at his voice and so does Añuli. Her father picks up the baby tree from its bag, and drops it in the small hole dug by the family. Wecan starts throwing dirt into it laughing as if it was a game. Añuli gently push dirt into the hole, and her dad does the same. As she moves the dirt, she uncovers a small, little gold ring. Looking around, she slips the ring into her shoe and continues filling the hole around the little mango tree.
As time goes on, the little mango tree grows. But as time goes on, father is killed, by the hidden men. As time goes on, the tree is forgotten. As time goes on, they move on.
When 3 years have past, the little tree has become nothing but a forgotten memory. All that's left, is nothing.
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The Canopy Tree
Teen FictionAñuli was a normal girl, living with her tribe in the Kenya. Everyday she would stare out her cracked and stained window, looking across the river beside her house. There stood a tall, elegant, canopy tree. She would stare at its curving trunk, desi...
