There was a squatter on our land, an older fellow who agreed to leave when he found out that the place was going to be developed. He pleaded with us though not to tear down the mango tree that he had planted there. It was a tall tree and was going to bear much fruit, and my mother was delighted to have a fruit tree, so it was no hardship for us to promise it wouldn’t be cut down.
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