No smile, no wave, just a nod. He dragged over some potting soil, pierced the bag with the spade, and shoveled dirt into the hole.
Then he disappeared. And when he came back, he wrestled a big burlapped root ball across the lawn,
the branches of a plant rustling back and forth as he moved.
My dad joined me on the couch and peeked out the window, too. “A tree?” I whispered. “He’s planting a tree?”
“I’d help him, but he says he has to do this himself.”
“Is it a… ” The words stuck in my throat. I didn’t really need to ask, though, and he knew he didn’t need to answer.
I could tell from the shape of the leaves, from the texture of the trunk.
This was a sycamore tree. I flipped around on the couch and just sat.
A sycamore tree. Bryce finished planting the tree, watered it, cleaned everything up, and then went home.
And I just sat there, not knowing what to do. I’ve been sitting here for hours now, just staring out the window at the tree.
It may be little now, but it’ll grow, day by day.
And a hundred years from now it’ll reach clear over the rooftops. It’ll be miles in the air!
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