"Look, Anika, the tree fell over!" I peer out the window where Dada, Uncle Shawn and Uncle David, the tree faller, has falled a big tall tree in the next yard. You climb onto the window seat and press your face to the window. It's not long before you find your words.
"Pick it up! My tree!" You high-pitched voice is assertive and directive."Put my
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