Life As a Tree

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The lady was old, probably in her sixties. She didn't sit on me for a long time. I had a feeling that she thought I was uncomfortable. Then a lady with a bump on her stomach came towards me, sat on me and rocked back and forth with me and left. I was very disappointed. I thought she liked me because she sat on me for a very long time. A few minutes later she returned with a man. They were now both looking at me. I was so happy! The man picked me up and took me to a counter, where I got a red light thingy put over my paper thingy with lines. Then the man carried me outside and tied me to a half box. I knew that I was going to be moving again, and I was right. I was frightened. What was going to happen to me next? When we stopped moving, the man untied me and carried me inside of his house and placed me on a colorful rug.

As weeks flew by the woman's belly grew. She would sometimes come into the room, hum happy soundings songs, and put clothes away. Her belly never seemed to stop growing. I started to worry. What if it never stopped growing? A few months later, they packed a bag and left with it. They didn't come back that night. Did they get lost? Did something happen to them? Did her belly explode? The afternoon of the next day they came back with an annoying crying thingy. The woman came near me with the thing and sat on me moving once more. She called it a baby. All I know is that baby was so annoying! She sang to the baby and it stopped crying. She got up and took it up the stairs. When she came back she was empty handed and I was curious of where it had gone. I had soon overheard her talking to the man that the baby had fallen asleep in a crib so I was satisfied.

Many years went by and the baby grew taller and smarter. It was being called a teenager. One day after school she came in with a big animal. She called it a dog. and it reminded me of the wolves from back home. I knew my life was going to change because that dog had chewed up all the furniture and I knew that I was next. I thought it was going to be the last of my days. But I was wrong. My death was caused by a fire. The woman forgot to turn off a burner on the stove and it started a fire. Everyone was upstairs so no one knew what was going on. Once everything downstairs got really hot and smoke was everywhere, a loud noise went off. It hurt my ears! Everyone was able to escape except for the lady, me, and the other household items. The woman died before the people with big jackets and hats came. They used water to stop the fire. The lady died because she was trapped and she could not be reached. No one tried to save me. It was if I was not important and so I was now nothing but ashes.