The Peace Behind Ethnicity, Part Two

so then my grandmother asks why I sit in my grandfather's tree she asks me about chaos what that might look like to me but not everyday chaos but the chaotic nature that my ethnicity is somehow not connected to peace and how could that be so here I go back reminiscing and now tears fall knots in my stomach i feel I feel ancestral pain it's all second-hand but it's overwhelming enough I say grandma sit sit in this sit in this tree with me sit in pop pop's tree she tells me that she is rooted in him and she's she's anchored in him and shes what about me tears are shooting out of my eyes cause' not only am I confused I don't know what to say so here I am now crying sitting in my grandpop's tree and then my grandmother she comes up to join me and she hands me a strawberry