It was a sunny afternoon, in the middle of May. The wind was blowing hard, and my hair was thrown in conflicting directions. In the distance I could see the tree in my front yard, swaying viciously. All it would take for that tree to fall down, would be a slight change in the winds appointed direction. As I neared closer to the house, I saw my Grandfather; he laid lifelessly under the tree. It's impending doom, seemed to be nearing. I cried out to my Grandfather, but it was of no use. My voice was frail and week; I knew I couldn't make it to the tree in time.

My legs gave way; accepting their defeat, and with a thud I crashed into the heavy concrete. There was nothing I could do; within seconds the tree had fallen. Instantaneously it crushed my Grandfather's frail bones, with it's copious amount of branches. I just stood there in shock, unable to move. Suddenly, my eyes felt as though they had been pricked with needles, and an obsessive amount of tears fell down my cheeks. The only man who cared for me,