I told Dad I got a new fig tree after the whackhappy landrapers butchered our 25-year-old fig tree.

My dad said whats done is done, that I'm attached to the tree, that it would grow back.

My dad has a lush pothos plant on his desk that he likes.

I picked up some scissors.

I asked him if he liked his pothos plant. He said yes. I asked if he was attached to it. He said no.

"So I can kill it right now?" I asked.

I put the scissors at the base of the plant and opened the shears around it and started closing slowly

"Don't do that!" he said.

"Why? Are you attached to your plant?" I asked.

"Don't." he said.

I put the scissors down. I told him that I could steal or kill his pothos plant, but that I wouldn't. Because I knew it took time to grow that long and full and because it was important to him.

"So now, do you know a little about how I feel about the fig tree?" I asked.

He said, "I'm sorry you were attached to the fig tree. Next time I will know what to do."

I think this is the closest I can get to remorse from him.

He says that now I can plant as many trees as I want in the yard.

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