Today my mom told me that the oak tree I planted as a child had always worried her. It would always grow upward but it had never developed a real canopy.
She then informed me that the tree has all of a sudden, and rather dramatically, branched outward.
She said that the tree is me and that she strongly believes that this year I will truly come into my own.
Yes mamma, I believe you. And I am ready to spread my branches.
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