We walked together hand in hand and no words did we speak.

As we reached the tree we stopped and sat in the shade, backs to the bark. I would say each lost in their own thoughts but truth be told our thoughts were the same.

The sun beat down through the branches but the canopy kept us cool, it was as if our minds and hearts were one for at the same moment we both rose and dusted ourselves down.

Then we turned to each other with a nod and tied the ribbons round that gnarly trunk and stood back to admire our work.

He took my hand, it felt so small and soft, we smiled and I gave my brother’s hand a gentle squeeze. ‘Time to go kiddo’.

He shakes his head sadly ‘Do you think she will come back now?’.

I wish I had the words to comfort him.