Personal Narrative: The Snow Tree

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I was 14 years old, my family had just gotten back from the beach for spring break. My mom was yelling at me to get out of the car and help her unpack, but I just stared at the snow tree. The snow tree had started blooming, my brother and I nickname it that because when the flowers are done blooming, the pedals start to fall everywhere like snow. I was in awe from the sight, my mom didn’t notice the tree until the next day.