Under the Sycamore Tree

Under the Sycamore Tree

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Lila always waits for her father to come home. He is a police man in a small town, they live somewhere near the valley, which was surrounded by thousands and thousands of beautiful flowers. She sits under the sycamore tree that she planted with her father and picks little flowers around her so that she could make it into a crown. While she waited she heard a whisper, "Don't leave, you’re not alone, I’m right here." startled she stood up and looked around but sadly she saw no one. She thought she was just imagining things so she sat back down and continued to pick up more flowers. Hours passed and Lila’s dad never came. She waited until sunset and finally she saw a figure in the distance. So she ran as fast as she could to the figure but when she saw who it is she screamed. Edited by: Pegasaur Cover by: Pegasaur
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