Part 8 If Oak Trees Could Talk!
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It is truly my pleasure and joy to be able to Video blog this book each week and present it to you! I hope that you are following along and either listening or reading! We are picking up this week in Chapter 4 Daddy’s Little Girl!
Chapter 4
“Daddy’s Little Girl!”
Although Amelia could have gone to the finest schools, she like her Daddy had very simple dreams. She traveled once she was out of college all around the world secretly hoping that she would find someone like her Daddy. She prayed to meet someone who would sweep her away in a romantic lifelong love affair so that she could have what she witnessed in her parent’s lives. While travelling, Amelia never found love. However, once her feet hit United States soil, she was bowled over by a handsome stranger who literally knocked her off of her feet and right onto her bottom side at the Airport. When she finally was able to catch her breath, she looked right into those apologetic eyes which were pleasantly inset in the most handsome face that Amelia had ever seen. As the stranger extended his hand to help her to her feet, she noticed how tall and muscular he was. Although embarrassed because she was knocked right on her butt, Amelia was pleasantly surprised that the person who slammed into her was very gentle as he tenderly picked her up. Amelia’s heart pumped wildly and her cheeks became flushed as she gazed into his eyes. She knew from that very moment that she had found the love of her life. His named was Robert Arron Steele. The couple immediately fell into a whirlwind romance and soon they were married.
The newlywed couple bought a wonderful house where they settled down right across the street from Amelia’s parent’s home. Amelia was contented to be a doting mother of two boys and a loving housewife. When her boys went off to school, she would help her Daddy in his hardware store. Eventually she and Robert went in partners with Henry. It was what made Amelia perfectly happy. This was the life that she chose, which was the most satisfying choice Amelia could have ever made.
“I know who you are dear, come here and let me hug you! Did you bring the youngsters? Have you already seen your mother?” Henry asked with more excitement than Amelia had seen from him in a long time. “Do you know what has been happening to me, Amelia?” Henry asked impatiently. “I’ve been remembering things that I’ve not been able to remember for a long time!” Henry said with a smile upon his face.
“That’s wonderful Daddy!” Amelia replied. “Tell me some of what you can remember.”
“Well let’s see.” Henry began. “I remembered when I first met your dear sweet Momma. She had little pigtails and I fell in love with her at first glance. I had never seen such golden hair in all my life. But of course I don’t think she felt the same way about me. Nah, I’m sure she didn’t feel that way about me. I had to woo her with a swing that my Daddy put up in an old Oak tree in our side yard. That old Oak tree was my dearest friend. Did I ever tell you about me and that old Oak tree daughter?”
“Yes Daddy, do you not remember that I grew up with that same old Oak tree? I swung in that same old swing and you pushed me many times. Do you remember how you used to wind that swing around and around and then let it go? I had so much fun! I would become so dizzy that I thought I would throw up. I giggled and giggled though. Yes Daddy, I remember a lot of things that you told me that happened to you because of that old Oak tree. I also remember a lot of things happening there with us Daddy. Do you know that that old tree is still standing? She is waiting for you to come and visit her!”
“Daughter, when my time comes to leave this old earth, I want to be buried underneath those outstretched limbs that I remember so fondly. I want to be buried right beside my Dear Sweet Momma. Do you understand me Amelia? I want you to know also that as I remember bits and pieces of my life that I’ve been trying to write them down. I know that it might sound crazy, but hey, I’ve been known to be a little crazy. It’s ironic that I have what the doc calls “Amnesia that is making me even crazier huh. I guess the bright spot is that I don’t remember that I’m crazy most of the time” Henry said as he laughed out loud.
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