The tree was planted by my great-great-great-grandfather. The seeds were shed over the years and eventually grew into a small forest.
Every day, I would hike to the center of the forest to the tree and have a picnic. I loved that tree. It had so much history, so many stories.
There were several hearts carved into the wood containing the initials of couples I would never know and could only guess the name of. Sometimes, I would bring my notebook and make up stories about them.
What their names were, how they met, and what they were doing the day they carved their initials into my tree.
I never imagined I would have a story of my own. A real one, not just one I scribbled down on the pages of a notebook.
Not even the day I found a hole in the side of the tree with a note sitting inside it was I prepared for what was about to happen.
YOU ARE READING
The Hole in the Tree
عاطفيةEstelle Wilson is a dreamer. She loves to sit by her special tree, have a picnic, and make up love stories about people she doesn't know. Then one day, she finds a letter inside a hole in her tree that leads her to create her own love story.
