As much as she loved her family’s company and appreciated their help, she hated when they came to do yard work. They’d been doing it for twenty years, ever since she’d turned seventy. The year Marv had passed.
She turned to look at a kitten that her great granddaughter was showing her, then turned back to the commotion in her yard.
They were taking away so much.
“No!” she gasped as looked ahead. They had cut down her favorite tree.