The Cherry Tree

By Katherine, Grade 5

Divorce. The big “D.”  Everyone now treated me like I was made of jello. Impossibly hard not to break. I felt…last. Like it was a dream that I could never wake up from.

“Hey, Sophie!” Jess called, her auburn hair bouncing as she ran up to me, smiling.

“Yes?” I replied.

“What do you think about high school? It is already June, so I am really nervous about going to a completely new school”

“I do not know,” I said with a shrug. I did not actually care. Then, something dawned on me. Today was when my parents had split up. My parents, always corny and never having an argument. My parents, who could never possibly be separated.

I came to an abrupt stop. “Sorry,  Jess,” I said. “I just remembered that I had something to do.”

“Oh, okay,” she replied, but I could tell she was a little disappointed and sad.

I ran. I ran and ran and ran to the cherry tree in the park. Somehow, I felt connected, almost safe there. In June, the same month when my parents got divorced, the petals of that cherry tree felt like my tears. The trunk was warm and welcoming. Before, when I was little, my dad would take me to this cherry tree and we’d have picnics. Before I found out that he spent a ton of money on drinking. Before, he would smile, a smile just like mom’s. Except, he cared about drinking more than me. Mom was forced to hide money in my teddy bear.

I loved this tree. It was the most wonderful thing in the world for me. However, it also reminded me of the good old days when I had a full family. Now, all I wanted to do was to relax. I wanted to be away from reality and drama for once.

As I thought about the divorce, I thought about Nel, Mom’s boyfriend. I absolutely hated him. I hated how he acted like he could bribe me into accepting him. Oh, how I wish I could wake from this terrible dream.

The warm breeze rustled the green leaves of the cherry tree, as if saying, “Hello.” I put my back against its cool trunk, smiling in its refreshing shade. Hopefully, this tree won’t be taken away from me. Nothing will be taken ever again.

Now, there was only one way to go.

Forward.

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