Gemotions

The surveyor's report confirmed it: the old cherry tree, the one that bloomed so spectacularly every spring, was leaning dangerously towards Mr. Miller’s house. He came over with the news, his usual jovial expression subdued.

I, in turn, felt a tightening in my throat. He'd been such a stalwart friend, helping me through difficult times, even offering to help pay my bills during a difficult spell.

Without saying a word, I started making calls, getting quotes for removal. I took it upon myself to handle everything. Anything to ease the burden on his shoulders.