(Picture was taken today, but not really related to subject.)The plum tree in our backyard has been plagued with bugs and not doing well at all. Mom has been considering cutting it. So this afternoon she asked our next door neighbour to help trim off quite a bit. Then she asked dad to chop up the branches lying on the floor into smaller pieces so that they could fit into the garbage bin.
She made the mistake of leaving dad unsupervised after the initial instructions.
Dad cut our fig tree instead. Luckily not the main branch, but half of the rest is gone. Mom was furious. I wasn't home, but I was also mad after hearing the incident.
No figs next year. Sigh... That fig tree has already been trimmed last month too. And dad... being so fond of the activity, already cut off too much back then. History repeats itself. Sigh...
I really don't know what to say, or think.
We're keeping a destroyer in our house. Feels like a time bomb. One day he's gonna set fire to the house and everything will be gone.
(T_T)
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