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The Orange Tree Story
I grew up with an orange tree standing in the middle of my birth home.
Years later, when we moved to a new house, another orange tree began growing, again right in the center of the compound. I knew in my spirit it wasn't a coincidence.
As time passed, this new tree only grew finer. Its leaves stayed fresh, full, almost proud.
One day, my brother and I stood staring at it, wondering why it was growing there. It wasn't bearing fruit. It didn't look useful. We even considered cutting it down.
But something in me kept a quiet faith for that tree.
I would speak to it, telling it how beautiful it was, to just be a flower.
And then I just got home, and my brother dragged me outside, excited.
The tree had started bearing fruit.
The joy I felt was internal, deep, because I had tied my hope to that tree. I saw it grow into something real, something sweet.
And in that moment, I called the same hope I poured into that tree back into myself. Nature has always been my teacher and a good reflection.