A Steady Heart

Hazel heard that Declan had no sympathy for her. She pouted, hung up right away, and went back to pulling weeds. Then, just to get my attention, she yanked up a little flower right in front of me.

I quickly reached for a small black twig nearby. Hazel hesitated for a moment, then dug a tiny hole and carefully replanted the flower, her big eyes looking at me all aggrieved.

After about ten minutes,