It didn’t take long for them to reach the Wishing Tree. Large wooden supports helped to stabilize the massive branches of the century old banyan tree. There were scars where previous branches had broken off. The tree was surrounded by a low, metal fence with signs posted in a variety of languages prohibiting the hanging of paper placards or other items from the tree.
“There is a wishing board,” Makayla said, reading the information about the tree.
Helen parked the car a short distance down the road. Makayla released Brian’s hand, opened the door, and slid out. She smiled at him when he exited the other door. It had been nice sitting with him in the back seat while Tyrell rode up front with Helen for a change.
“This way,” Helen said with a nod.
Makayla felt Brian capture her hand again
