I was at the garden today and wanted to pluck a pear from the tree but it was far from my reach and before I can pluck it, I have to climb the tree. It was the last pear on the tree and I really want to pluck it so I decided to climb the tree and pluck it.
Once I was at the top, I looked down and see that the ground was so far and that makes me to remember when I was with my mom. We are not rich so we couldn't afford gas cooker and the stove cooker we have, the kerosene was expensive and we only use it once in a while, we used firewood the most since we don't need to buy it.
Me and my siblings used to fetch the firewood for the family and it's always fun when we all go together. One day my mom told me an my little sister to fetch the firewood since we are the only one at home and she needs to prepare dinner so we both left for the wood.
When we got there we couldn't get the dry firewood and the only one we saw was a standing dried tree with many dry branches. It is so hard to decide who will climb the tree and later my sister volunteer to climb it so I only have to assist her with the tools she needs.
She started cutting the firewood and was so immense in it and I was also busy packing the firewood and I didn't even look up but the funniest thing is that, she already cut all the branches that she can use to get down and suddenly a ton of wasps started coming her way, she can only going up because there is no branch to follow down and the ground was so far and the more she climbed up the more they followed her.
They stung her all over her body but she was able to protect her face from them. I don't know what to do to help her, I was only throwing the sand at them and when I see that it helped, I put a lot of want in a nylon and threw it at her and she used it to chase them away. Now we are done with the wasps but we have no idea how she will get down from the tree.
After trying many things, we later tied some rope together and she used the rope to come down, her body was swollen so we packed the ones she cut and left. When we get home, we explained everything that happened to us but instead of them to pity my sister they are all laughing at her saying she cut all the branches without having any plan on how to get down and she started crying.
I don't know why she was crying exactly but I know that everything join together makes her cried. Anytime we remember that incident, we will joke about it and laugh it off but that day, it's not a laughing matter at all.
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