Her roots are crooked ,twisted, deep and dark . Addictions in families are silent , and much like the roots on a weeping tree ,when not nourished ,they rot. Then stay buried for generations. Until a piece of the branch falls off, reaches out and twist itself onto another healthy sapling ,only then can it survive in freedom. Freedom from the dirt of abuse, anger, status, booze, lies and tall tales . Now she ready to let the sun shine on its leaves so generations can thrive.