It was nothing big, but important all the same. It had been there, he grew up beneath it, but never realized its worth, instead cursed it for always littering his garden with brown and yellow leaves.
As long as it was there, he never thought of giving the value it deserved, and today after destroying it, he lamented over the gap left by the big banyan tree standing tall with its arms outstretched, protecting his children from the sun when they were playing in the courtyard.
Now he missed it, such a vital part of his childhood â€“ uprooted without a trace.
Linking this to the 100 Words on Saturday Prompt @ WriteTribeÂ : Lost Treasure
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