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& #39;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& #39;t do that!" he said.

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

"Don& #39;t." he said.

I put the scissors down. I told him that I could steal or kill his pothos plant, but that I wouldn& #39;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& #39;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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