'Grandma and Grandpa are like those two trees, ' my sister said, 'see how they intertwine? '
'The way they grow together...it seems like love defined.'
'We can follow those shared branches to Mom and Dad...and you and me...'
'Perhaps that's why, ' I smiled, 'it's called a family tree.'
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