It seems I am always starting over. I remember the day we all left for Canada. Me, my husband and my parents. Our hopes were high. New life. New land. New hope. I remember being in Hamburg and the excitement. Gerhard and I couldn’t stop gawking and pinching ourselves to see if it was real. The warehouses along the wharf. The huge ships. The tall church steeples. And so many people. It was all so exciting. We both knew we would have a baby shortly after we arrived on the new land. I still remember the feeling of joy that filled my heart. We were naively full of hope and joy as the ship sailed. I knew a twinge at knowing I was saying goodbye to everything that was dear and familiar.
I started over again in Willow Creek. With the help of my friends, I began a bakery and dining room. But there was a fire. How can I rebuild when every bit of money I’d saved was destroyed in the fire? Who is this man who claims to be looking for his father? Who is this part-Native boy who rides into town on such a fine horse? People are sure he has stolen the horse. Will these complications make it easier for me to restore my business or will they force me to, once again, start over?
 
Read A Heart’s Promise to learn how Hilda copes.