My Grandmother’s Trees

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By the right corner of my grandmother’s kitchen was an orange tree. It grew just behind the wooden kitchen facing the main entrance. The kitchen had no window nor a door. With a roof penned over some wooden pillars, the kitchen stood strong enough to withstand the heat from the fire, the occasional whooshing of wind and the heavy downpours. Inside the kitchen, there lined the mud wood stoves, the chicken coop and some carved wood stools.