/kloc-There is a cherry tree on 0/24th Street.

Fourteen-year-old Angie sat quietly by the window, staring blankly at the tall cherry tree outside the window. Cherry trees flourish in midsummer, and the green leaves are surrounded by sunlight. In the meantime, the pink cherries that have just been produced are sometimes hidden, like elves who fall into the mortal world. Angela is thinking, where is there a cherry tree exactly like this one in the world?

At the door, there was the noise of children. Today they will hold a football match on the playground in the south of the city. Those girls sitting in the back seat of players' bicycles are the most beautiful girls in town. Originally, Angie should be one of them. As early as a month ago, she had received an invitation from handsome striker John. But just as Angie carefully prepared the beautiful lake blue sportswear, suddenly, a puzzling rumor spread in the town.

The rumor is this: Angie's biological father is a rapist. At that time, it was he who raped Helen who was under the age of eighteen, so Angie was born. Her biological father died in a car accident while on the run.

Angela naturally didn't believe it, because she had heard from her mother Helen that her father Jack was a great officer.

At that time, Helen and Jack fell in love quietly in their hometown in England. Before Jack went to war, they stole the forbidden fruit. Because her grandparents divorced, Helen immigrated to the United States with her grandmother a month later and found herself pregnant. Christian Helen couldn't have an abortion, so she gave birth to a daughter. Several years later, Helen finally heard from Jack. As a colonel, he has been killed in the battlefield.

Helen also told Angie that when they were in love, they liked cherries best. Before leaving, Jack bought two young cherry saplings and planted them in his yard. He said, "Let our love grow with these two cherry trees." When Helen immigrated to America, she brought this cherry sapling without anything.

Tall cherry trees are swaying in the wind, as if whispering their love stories. So beautiful, what is there to doubt!

To Angie's anger, John didn't believe her and said she was a girl without courage. Why doesn't her father admit that she is a rapist?

Angie especially can't stand her boyfriend insulting her father like this.

The rumor spread more and more widely, and Angie began to shut herself up at home. She hates explaining to her friends one by one. She sometimes complains to her mother: Why not leave a photo of you and your father, so that everyone has nothing to say.

Helen lowered her head and said softly, "Your father was a local aristocrat. He died before he knew you were born."

In the yard, the breeze blew, and the green leaves on the cherry tree were gently brushed away, dotted with pink fruits. Before, when Angie saw these red fruits, she would think of her father. But now, she began to hate this cherry tree. She thinks those red cherries are like tears in her eyes.

The rumor broke itself.

Angie was depressed all summer. This father, who never appeared in her life, completely disturbed her life. When the summer vacation arrived, Angie received a phone call from her grandfather in England and invited her and her mother to visit her hometown in England.

Angie came to this ancient English town for the second time. She was only two years old when she first came. The town is quaint and quiet, and the streets are lined with high or low pointed marble buildings. Every evening, in the bloody sunset, it is like a beautiful oil painting with deep colors.

In the evening, boring Angie wandered around the town. It suddenly occurred to me whether I would find my father's home here. Although the mother is always reluctant to reveal any details about her father's family, she can still tell some clues sporadically. For example, my father was born in a famous family, so the house must be solemn and luxurious. Also, there is a cherry tree as tall as their home in my father's yard.

This place is not rich in cherries. It is really not easy to find a teenage cherry tree.

However, Angie found it. By the high wall of a deep courtyard on the street of 124, Angie saw red fruits. It was a tall cherry tree that was shut in the yard. Angie could feel her heart beating faster. There, perhaps, was the place where her biological father once lived.

There is a big number at the door: Colonel Martin's residence.

God, it's really his father. Angie's eyes suddenly moistened and her fingers trembled slightly on the doorbell. She doesn't know what kind of face she will face after ringing the doorbell.

It was a noble middle-aged woman who answered the door. She looked at Angie in tears and was very surprised. Under the tall cherry tree in the yard, Angie summoned up her courage and finished her story with tears. She doesn't know the relationship between this woman and her father, and she doesn't know what this woman will think of herself, but she thinks she should tell the truth, and she should let her father know that he has a daughter like her.

After hearing Angie's words, the woman looked slightly pale. Angie looked at her silent expression and couldn't help regretting her recklessness. Maybe, she is my father's wife, maybe, she won't believe her words, maybe, she is embarrassing herself.

The woman finally said, "honey, all this is too sudden for me." I don't know how to answer you. " Please ask your mother to come to see me tomorrow, ok? "

When Angie got home, she mumbled to her mother about her adventure today.

"What?" Helen jumped up from the sofa when she heard Angie's words. "How can you find your father's home?" How is it possible! "

"Yes, it's on124th Street," Angie whispered. "If you don't want to, we don't have to go tomorrow. I don't mind being laughed at as the daughter of a rapist. " Angie said angrily.

The next day, Angie put on a long-sleeved round neck dress with blue background and white flowers. Under the guidance of her mother, she walked to 124 Street, turned the corner and saw the cherry trees.

It was that beautiful woman who opened the door for them yesterday. She smiled and led Angela and Helen into the house, across the wide yard, up five steps and into an old but luxurious room. The woman told Angie that she had called her husband's parents yesterday for verification. Indeed, in those days, he had a brief love with a girl named Helen. She apologized for the harm caused to Angie on behalf of her husband.

It turns out that Jack lost contact with Helen when he came back from the battlefield. Later, he met Jessica, the woman in front of Angie. They got married soon and had a son. Later, Jack died gloriously on the battlefield, and Jessica took her son to live in this house.

Angie's tears are dripping, which is the saddest she has ever cried. Now, she can proudly announce to the world that her father is a great officer! That afternoon, Angie sat under the cherry tree and listened to Jessica tell her father's story until she burst into tears again. When we parted, Jessica gave Angie a precious medal that her husband won.

A cherry tree full of maternal love

After returning to America, Angie's story soon spread in the small town. When her friends looked at the medal in her hand, they couldn't help believing that Angie's father was really a brave British soldier. Even a stubborn man like John should blush and apologize to Angie!

Time flies. At the age of eighteen, Angie was admitted to a famous British military academy. She wants to be a great soldier like her father. Before going to school to register, Angie quietly went to124th Street in town. She wanted to tell Jessica the good news. However, when Jessica answered the door, Angie was shocked by what she saw. Sitting under the cherry tree is her father whom she has seen in the photo, and there is a lovely boy beside her.

In fact, the colonel sitting in this room is not called Jack at all, and he is certainly not Angie's father. At that time, Helen was really pregnant with Angie after being attacked by a rapist. In order to make Angie grow up happily, Helen didn't tell the truth, but made up a beautiful lie. However, what I didn't expect was that I didn't know which busybody spread the truth. To Helen's surprise, Angie found a house exactly like the one she described in the street of the English town 124.

In desperation, that night, Helen quietly rushed to Jessica's house and asked her to help her finish this lie that she had been insisting on for fourteen years. Good Jessica readily agreed, so there was the following story.

Jessica told Angie, "At first, I thought you were just looking in the wrong place, but then you said that others said your father was a rapist, your father was a colonel, and there was a cherry tree at home. I guess this may be a mother's most helpless and biggest lie. Therefore, I didn't tell the truth. That night, your mother found me. I am also a mother, and I can understand how selfless a mother's love for her children is. Therefore, after discussing with my husband, I decided to help your mother finish this lie. Dear, I hope you can forgive your mother and me! "

The truth of the story is so unexpected, but it is so touching. Angie laughed and cried and threw herself into Jessica's arms. She looked up at the tall cherry tree, full of great maternal love of two mothers.

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