Every time my dad goes to town to the store, he asks all of us if we want anything. "Pearls," Ethel says. Well. And Agnes says, "Rubies." Greedy aren't we? This is what I said, "Father, I don't need pearls or rubies, but I would like the first branch that brushes your head on the way home." "Why would you need a silly branch," he wants to know. "Sentimental value," I answer. This is true. So he gets Ethel a pearl necklace, Agnes a ruby ring, and me a branch. And of course, he also had branches. Did I tell you about Daisy? She is our horse. He rode her there. Why didn't he take the car? I have no idea. I tell you, he's an odd man. So the next morning, I drag that branch all the way to my mother's grave. I thought her grave would stand out against this branch. Soon it will take root and become a tree. Plus, I noticed that there was a hazelnut dangling from a twig on the large branch. It works perfectly because Mom had hazel eyes. So every morning, I pray on my knees beneath the tree.
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The Hazelnut Tree
FantasyAddeline's mom died when she was 10. Her father found a woman with two daughters. They fell in love and got married. But not everyone was happy. Addeline goes through drama with everyone in the family, except for her dad, who seems stressed about...
