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Three years later, my brothers left.

I was sixteen, and that meant my younger brother and youngest sibling would travel to a larger town with my oldest brother to find work and marry and settle.
I cried because he left, but not in front of him. He would not know my sorrow, but instead my anger, I thought, because it is he who is abandoning me!
As much as I tried to believe my own reason, without him I was alone.
From my roon I could see the oak, growing taller and stonger every day. It seemed painfully ironic how the tree that symbolised my brother's friendship was strong when what it represents is growing weaker...