Besides their sounds, their flushing rise of happiness, the flowers came to another turn of whispers amongst themselves at that, questions for each other and for her turned as shooting stars and perfumes over their surface.

::We had heard People were particular about who is 'mother' and 'father and 'sister' and 'brother'." They came to say though. ::But, you're not? You think about Gina like she's yours. And us, you know, we wouldn't to most People have the same parents, but we're all siblings forever because the same tree watched over us when we were small.::