Olive Tree

I got you as a gift. When I was born. You grew taller, overshaddowing me. I water you and do your hair. Your leaves are green and your vines are curly. I then two years later, you grow an olive. A single olive. I watch it grow, big seedy brown. My olive tree was growing taller. Every year. And then I at your olive. Gone. Nada. Vanished.