One afternoon, while I was sitting on our balcony, I noticed a dying tree. Its leaves have withered and it looked really lifeless. Thoughts came up to my mind, I suddenly decided to save that lifeless tree. I looked for tools where I could use to cultivate the soil, and luckily I have found a shovel in the storage room. I began to cultivate it and water it daily. I frequently talk to that tree as if it would understand me. With proper care, I believe that the tree could restore its life.

The Tree reminds me of a person who used to be my Friend. I met him when his life has no direction. He was a member of a gang. Cigarettes...