Four Scratches
I went outside to look at the four skinny trees. I always thought they were beautiful and they reminded me of me. Not the beauty part, because I am an ugly daughter. The fact that they were skinny like me.
I rubbed my hand against the tree. To my surprise I saw a scratch line on each tree. I gently stroked the lines on the tree. I have no idea where they came from, they were just there.
I wasn't sure if this was a warning or not.
Maybe it's best not to think about it. But...I couldn't stop thinking about it.