Jul 31
Once I was a tree. A young, tall tree in a nice shady grove. My leaves were soft, bark crisp, and I swayed in the gentle breeze.People would walk past me and say “Look at that beautiful tree. It will grow big and strong. Nothing can knock it over.”I was so proud! Among the ancient forest, I stood out. I got praised.But as I grew I started to notice: I was not like the other trees. My leaves were not the right shape. My branches bent the wrong ways. I was a crooked oak among tall... more
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