You Have No Right

I heard the tears of the branches, the scrunch of the metals hitting each tree. The trees that my father planted. The trees that provided us good shade and fresh air for the past years. The trees that provided us with sweet fruits and beautiful blossoms.

"Sorry, Sir, what do you think you're doing?" I asked the man who carelessly cut the trees.

"I am cutting these trees because this is my land. You have no right to ask." The man replied sarcastically.

I love trees. And it breaks my heart to watch as the trunks, branches, and leaves of the trees fall to the ground. It frustrates me to think that this man is right. I have no right to react on what they plan to do with this land. After all, I am just a plain caretaker of their property. My family do not own the land. 

How I wish for things to change. I wish my family has our own land. Because now I can't do anything. I feel defeated. I can't do anything for these trees.

This incident ignited a fire in me. I am now determined to work harder, to strive harder, to dream bigger. I want to buy a property where I can build a house for my family. I want to buy a property where I can plant trees and let them grow forever. I want to be the person who will always have the right to ask, to plant trees, to dream, and to live abundantly.