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The tree
What DisappearsI lived in a trailer for 13 years. When we finally sold it last year, the people who bought it tore it down. It's like we never even existed.It was sad when I saw it being torn down. I had planted a tree when my oldest son, Viktor, was born. I put it right in the front of the house. It was a Japanese maple tree that had been spliced together with a different Japanese maple. It looked pretty cool, and as the years went on, the leaves began to intertwine in a way that's hard to describe. They just grew into each other.They tore that down too.My kids were my whole world. Viktor, Riker, the twins, Tony's daughter. When my parental rights were taken, I kind of gave up. I used to drink daily. I wasn't a good drunk either. I got loud, broke everything in the house. It was a nightmare for everyone else. I didn't see anything wrong until my hangovers started lasting 5 or 6 days.Now, everyone is scattered. I talk to Viktor through text, changing my number every time his uncle blocks me. Riker is in Vancouver. Titus was adopted and moved to Louisiana, and I haven't heard a word since.You lose the house, you lose the kids, you lose the tree. But the memories don't get torn down. You just have to carry them around with you in the RV.
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