终于看到故事的‘现在’式了，一切都是美好的或者不美好的回忆。还有未来的畅想！

真棒的一个故事。

I’ve been sitting here for hours now, just staring out the window at the tree. It
may be little now, but it’ll grow, day by day. And a hundred years from now it’ll
reach clear over the rooftops. It’ll be miles in the air! Already I can tell—it’s
going to be an amazing, magnificent tree.
And I can’t help wondering, a hundred years from now will a kid climb it the
way I climbed the one up on Collier Street? Will she see the things I did? Will
she feel the way I did?
Will it change her life the way it changed mine?
I also can’t stop wondering about Bryce. What has he been trying to tell me?
What’s he thinking about?
I know he’s home because he looks out his window from time to time. A little
while ago he put his hand up and waved. And I couldn’t help it—I gave a little
wave back.
So maybe I should go over there and thank him for the tree. Maybe we could
sit on the porch and talk. It just occurred to me that in all the years we’ve known
each other, we’ve never done that. Never really talked.
Maybe my mother’s right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know.
Maybe it’s time to meet him in the proper light.