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The ash tree would only bloom in the summer. Not before. That's what they all said.

I looked at that tree every day, longing for the bloom. Willing it to bloom, for me. For me it would be different.

They all said that it would take longer. I said that it's not like that for me. They don't understand.

When this change happens - when it happens to me - it will be sooner than they expect. It will shock them! They will be in awe of how well I've done - they will apologise for telling me to be patient - to wait.

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