Waiting For it All To End

The Apple Tree

If I told you every night I used to sit against the apple tree in my backyard for hours after dinner would you come to me? My mother never did, and soon I gave up. Papa always told me to come inside but the apple tree was important, well it used to be. Now when I look out the window I see a lonely tree that's life was never supposed to end. A tree that is waiting for someone just like me. But as important as it is, it is to painful to sit against the tree now. Mother wasn't going to come back and sit right next to me like she said she would. And I gave up, even though I shouldn't have and now I can't go back, looking at the apple tree makes me wanna hide, it brings back happy memories of when me and mother would pick apples and we would run inside get grandma's recipe and make apple tarts while papa was at work. But those days are over and so are the ones where we would sit under the shade and eat bread from the bakery down the road. All those days are gone and i'm afraid that if I bring them back they will disappear again just like before.

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If your wondering about my mother, then I guess I should tell you about her. She was tall and thin and had beautiful dirty blonde hair that reached just below her mid back. She had the most beautiful smile that would want you to be with her, and shining green eyes that my papa says made him fall in love, after her lovely personality that is. And me and my mother we would always sit in the back yard our backs against the apple tree's trunk and we would talk about our day and what is going to come one day for us. To me the apple tree was important, well it was then. Now I am not so sure.