It could have gone either way but it didn't.
The branch could have held as she climbed up it.
Her kite could have gotten stuck in another tree.
She could have held onto it tighter in the first place.
She could have lived.
The branch snapped just as her fingers touched the kitestring.
It dangled limply from a branch dangling over the cliffside.
She was only eight, so young and so fragile.
The drop didn't kill her.
The falling branch did.
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