Eva had always loved the old tree in the meadow. She used to climb its branches as a child and pretend she was a bird or a fairy. She would sit on the highest limb and watch the sun set over the hills, painting the sky with orange and purple hues. She would whisper her wishes to the tree and hope they would come true. As she grew older, she visited the tree less often. She had more responsibilities at home and school, and less time for daydreaming. She also had more worries and fears, and les...