The others kids had laughed at him. Pointed - stared, talked amongst themselves. They thought he was weird. Crazy - not like them. How could he be with such a dumb idea?
He used to be the talk of the playground - the gossip of their parents. He didn't understand the big deal in what he did.
It had been years since he had passed. He grew up and the tormenting followed. Snickers in middle school. Teasing in high school. College was a new world for him. His life after, was not a problem.
It wasn't until after he was gone that the wood began to crack through asphalt, finally reaching the sun. Everyone thought it was impossible. He just wanted to plant a tree - he didn't care if the city was paving over his spot in a couple days. It was going to be planted and that was the end of it.
Now - years after, the tree stands tall, in the middle of the road, undisturbed. People were amazed by it - afraid and unwanting to touch it.
He may be gone, but thanks to the tree - he is not forgotten.
Loved it, on many levels.
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