Some nights I lay on the grass and listen to the tress argue. This was much easier them hearing my parents do the same thing. While my parents would argue about anything and everything, big or small, important or not, the trees didn’t. They would argue about the most import things, like what dying trees to share their water with. I wish my parents would agrue about stuff like that. When I tried to tell them how much it bothered me, they would ignore me or tell me to leave and stop complaining. So I left. I came here, to the woods to listen to the trees. My parents didn’t know, nor did they cared. “Rose! Rose!” I heard my mom shout and I quickly sit up, looking around. My dad was next. “Rose! Where are you?!” Their voices were shaky and worred. Did they care? I swear my mom first, then my dad, through the tall bushes and trees. They smiled when they saw me. My mom ran over and wrapped her arms around me. I was confused. “Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?” My mom didn’t answer so my dad did. “We were worried. So worried! You weren’t at the house!” I looked down, mad. “You told me to leave, so I did.” My mom pulled back and tilted ny chin upwards. “We’re so sorry, Rosie. Never again will we say that.” I crossed my arms. “You’ll still agrue and ignore me.” My parents looked at each other then back at me. “Yeah, you’re right.” My mom started and my dad continued. “But we’ll work on it. We promise.” My mom nodded. By now the trees had stopped agruing, as if watching my next move. “Okay.” I started, letting out a sigh. “Can we go home?” My parents nodded and I stood up. The trees watched up as we walked back to our house together.