I walked up to the tree. Here mom had hung a ribbon for every death as far back as she knew. I touched the soft violet ribbon that mom hung for my great-aunt Lucy. We were very close when she was alive before she got cancer. I directed my attention towards the crude carving I had done. "Ancestor Tree" It read.
"Back to work" I walked over to the shorter tree. I was also hung with ribbons but they were all blue or pink. I was holding a blue one. I brushed a few tears from my eyes. The carving on this tree was nicer, neater. "Childrens tree". The tears flowed freely now. I knelt down to hang the ribbon. Then stopped.
"Alicia just hang the ribbon!" My older brother said walking out of the shadows. How could he be so uncaring? Then I noticed the tears running down his face.
"You hang it." I said holding it out to him. He took it then ran into our house. I stood wondering what he was doing then I followed. I found him in my room he had a permanent marker. I walked stumbling on the rug to see what he was doing. "Christopher." Was what he was writing on the ribbon.
"Come on " He said standing up and grabbing my arm. We walked back outside and hung it up. We both cried as we looked at our baby brothers ribbon.
