Dear Ronin,
Tonight, as wehave many times before, we read The Lorax before heading to bed.
However, this time something was different – rather than simply enjoying the rhymes – you began to understand the story.
Over and over you repeated:
Trees broken. Bears sad…
Trees broken. Smoke. Birds bye-bye…
Trees broken. Dirty water. Fish bye-bye…
I find myself both incredibly proud and profoundly sad.
Your father,
Gabriel
I’ve always known your daughter was GREAT. After all,look who her parents,grandparents and great grandparents are!!!