Mark sat by the window, rain mirroring the tears on his face. His wife, Lily, was gone. He looked at his kids, playing on the rug, oblivious to the storm raging inside him. He was drowning in grief, the weight of the world on his shoulders. He felt like a tree in a hurricane, branches snapping, roots loosening.
One day, his daughter, Maya, brought him a drawing. "Look, Daddy! It's you and me!" He saw a tall oak sheltering a tiny sapling. A small smile touched his lips. He wasn't just a tree weathering a storm; he was a shelter, a protector.
He knelt beside her. "Maya," he said, "you and Ben need me. I need to be strong for you." He hugged her tight. In that embrace, he found his roots again, firm and deep. He had a purpose. He had to stand tall, not for himself, but for his children.
The storm inside him didn't vanish overnight. But with each passing day, it lessened. He found joy in their laughter, strength in their smiles. He learned that the strongest trees aren't the ones that avoid storms, but the ones that shelter others from them.
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