The green shoot could just be
seen, one single shoot was all it took to change my life…
April 1943, the day after they were
shot in front of my naked eye .To represent my love
for them, I planted a beanstalk just like the one in the story they read every
night.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my grieving
eye a dramatic beanstalk spurted up weeping for the sky.
The leaves beckoned me to climb
creating a ladder of leaves for me to have an adventure. I climbed for what
seemed like forever. My life stood before me…
by Annie kelsie Lottie
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