The tree (part two)

by Gotcha!
(New York, City)

After my dad's funeral I asked my mom if she had cut down the tree that was in our back yard. She told me that there was never a tree in our back yard. So we went home and when I went to bed I layed down and stared at the ceiling.

I heard my mom screaming in her bedroom so I went to help her but she was laying on the floor, dead. I felt the urge to look out the window but my mom and dad had died on the same week. I can't believe I did this but I looked out the window anyway, and there, in my backyard was a twisted tree that seemed to be smiling at me.

To Be Continued...