The Hole In The Tree
Star fiddled nervously with the hem of her dress. It was a habit she carried with her since she was a young girl. She thought back to her mother and how annoyed she would become whenever she saw her grab for the bottom of her dress or skirt. “Star, stop it,” she would mutter firmly slapping her hand away before she even got the chance. Star always wondered what it was about her nervous habit that bothered her mother so. After all, a child could do much worse when feeling anxious and yet her mother gave her little grace in how she channeled her emotions. Her mother gave her little grace with most things growing up.
