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And the tree was happy

I remembered today that I used to own The Giving Tree. It’s another Shel Silverstein, but instead of a collection of poems, it’s a story. I used to read it every time I went to Grandma’s house. One year, shortly before I moved away from Kentucky, my uncle Steve gave me my very own copy.

Even when I was a child, I knew the book was about motherhood.