Chapter 1: A Call to Action

"Grandma Hope, Grandma Hope, come! Grandma Stefi, here they are!" little Tony shouted as he ran down the street, breathless and wide-eyed with fear.

My mother, Hope, rushed out of our family-owned pub, her face marked by concern.

"Who’s coming, Tony?" she asked, surprise creeping into her voice.

"The troublemakers who destroyed the trees you planted just three days ago. They’re back to finish what they started. My sister and I saw them!"

"Where are they?" my mother demanded, vanishing into the pub, only to return moments later wielding a sturdy wooden stick.

I could hardly believe what I was witnessing. Tony pointed down the street while my mother took her stance, prepared for whatever might come next.

Three boys, no older than twelve, swaggered into view, singing loudly:

"We are heroes, Superstar heroes!"

They brandished long sticks, smashing the flowers and trees that the residents had so lovingly planted.

"Stefi, there they are!" Mom called out.

Grandmother Stefi emerged from her small grocery store, brandishing a broom she often used to prop the door open.

With confidence, she marched over and stood beside my mother.

The street began to fill with activity as neighbors emerged from their homes, drawn by the commotion.

"We are heroes, we are heroes! Superstars!" the boys chanted, oblivious to the gathering crowd.

"Where do you think you're going? Halt right there!" Mom shouted, her anger palpable. Stefi stood beside her, while seven or eight neighbors formed a circle around the so-called heroes.

"Did you break the trees the other day?" Grandma Hope questioned.

"They did! My sister and I saw them!" Tony confirmed, peeking out from behind me.

"Have you ever planted a tree? Who are your parents?" Mom asked firmly.

The boys froze, retreating as the circle around them tightened.

"Drop your sticks right now! Why do you believe it’s okay to disrespect the hard work of others? Why not nurture nature instead?" Mom admonished, her voice steady.

The boys let their sticks fall and stared at the ground.

One, evidently the leader, shot a defiant glare at my mother.

"Do you know who my father is?" he boldly challenged her, his posture daring.

Mom responded calmly, "I don’t know him, but I’m thankful I don’t." Then she continued, "When you return home, you can tell him to come and speak with me."

She added firmly, "Since you’ve never planted a tree, it’s time to learn how. March to the pub, boys! We’ll have lemonade and plant three new trees to replace the ones you destroyed."

The boys exchanged confused glances but followed her silently. She handed each a glass of lemonade, a sapling, and a hoe.

They began digging in front of the entire neighborhood.

Half an hour later, the trees stood tall, and applause erupted from the previously silent crowd.

The young heroes beamed with pride.

After that day, they often passed by the street, frequently stopping at Grandma Hope’s pub for lemonade and to water the trees they had planted.

The trees thrived, just as the boys who had planted them did.

Years later, while I was sitting outside, a familiar-looking child walked by. To my surprise, he was the son of one of the boys who had learned the "tree" lesson from my mom.

Accompanied by friends and his father, he brought eleven saplings, which they eagerly planted around the apartment complex.

Once finished, they erected a sign that read: Park "Hope"

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This article was published on September 8th, 2024 in Long. Sweet. Valuable. publication.

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