Maybe there were things I saw as ugly that other people thought were beautiful
I daydreamed a lot about the sycamore tree, too, which at first I thought was because I was feeling melancholy. But then I remembered how my mother had called the sycamore a testimony to endurance. It had survived being damaged as a sapling. It had grown. Other people thought it was ugly, but I never had.
Maybe it was all in how you looked at it. Maybe there were things I saw as ugly that other people thought were beautiful.
Wendelin Van Draanen