"After we finished Rianne's, we realized we didn't have enough cherry wood left. We didn't have a choice, so we used your tree too."Martha Bates, my mother, sounded impatient. "Enough already. What's done is done. Just buy a couple of trunks when the time comes. Who are you making that face for?"As I watched them gathered around my sister, Rianne Bates, I remembered what my parents had once told my brother, Ace Bates."Make sure you build your sisters' hope chests well. They carry a daughter's happiness for the rest of her life."Turns out, when they said "daughter," they didn't mean me.If that was how they felt, then I didn't want them anymore...."Mom, look! There are cherry blossoms carved on all four sides of the chest!"Mom gently traced the carvings with her fingers, her voice thick with emotion. "My precious girl deserves the very best hope chests. That's the only way she'll look respectable. Otherwise people will gossip."So Mom knew. She knew a poorly made bridal
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