In Williamsburg, a town in Brooklyn, rooted a tree called by some “The Tree of Heaven.” many trees alike this one never were prosperous in growth, always failing to reach the high skies. This tree, in eleven-year-old Francie Nolan’s yard, particularly was special because it signified growth through struggle. The heavenly tree’s lush umbrella shaped leaves cascaded around a third floor fire escape. This is where Francie adored most of all. She had perched on the fire escape from time to time, letting her thoughts run wild. However, Francie’s days were not filled with reverie. On Saturdays, Francie began with a trip to the junkie, with her ten-year-old brother, Neely. Throughout the week prior, Francie had examined the sidewalks for discarded
