The Tear That Grew a TreeElara lived in a world of muted colors. Since her family had moved to the grey, sprawling city, loneliness was a constant, hollow ache in her chest. Her new room overlooked a narrow courtyard of cracked concrete, a perfect mirror of her feelings.One evening, the ache was too much. A single, heavy tear escaped, tracing a clean path down her dusty windowsill before dropping onto the barren ground below. It was a tear of pure, unspoken sorrow—for lost friends, for silent dinners, for a life that felt uprooted.The next morning, a splash of impossible green