He said he wants to rip out one tree and replace it with a weeping willow. That made me smile. I remember in high school when I was sad and lonely I would take the bus or drive to Forest Park and sit underneath a weeping willow. I would usually cry, question Bob. I felt safe, hidden away.
My body is burning from the disappointment I feel towards myself. All I want is to be able to run away to that tree. Cry. Hide.
I am scared of what is to come. I feel like Bob has taken a vacation away from me. Maybe he is sitting underneath the tree.
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