The Great Tree Unsler by Amy Zhang

    Choking on ash, I watched helplessly as the great tree Unsler burned.  I had tried to save this tree but a bomb from the war had destroyed it. This tree was my life. It was my best friend.  My mother had gotten shot by a bomb and passed away and my father had gotten very sick and had been rushed to the hospital. I was all alone. I lived with my grandmother. My grandmother had never really cared about my life. She thought I was old enough to take care of myself but she was wrong. I mean, I was old enough to take care of myself but I wanted my mother to take care of myself like everyone else's mothers did.