It was hard to look out of my dorm room window and not remember the palm tree that stood right by my window back home. I wake up, trying to understand why my bedroom palm tree isn’t where it is supposed to be. That tree held a lot of memories. That was the palm tree, my younger brother fell from when he was just six. He claimed he saw oranges at the top. That same palm tree had aided me when I decided to use my legendary mission impossible skills to sneak in, whenever I stayed out past my curfew.