In 2009 we (my late husband and I) visited our old friends and neighbors in Abbotabad. Our visit was a huge surprise for them. We had almost forgotten the way to their home. The previous empty plots of land had new houses built on them. It was no wonder we couldn’t find our way. The area was un recognizable.
While we waited in the drive way, their man servant went inside the house to tell them about our coming. I looked at the garden, and was delighted at finding the old tree stump I had given them was still part of their landscape. It looked enchanting with an urn of flowers on top of it, and more plants and flowers planted around it in the soil.
I felt a pang of regret at the moment, why did I part with it?
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