but why does my life need to have all the twists and turns, why is it so hard? you're a storyteller, and think. if life were a breeze and all your decisions easy... there wouldn't be much of a story to tell would there?
in an old house in Paris that was covered in vines lived twelve little girls............ no wait. no. nonono. that was thirty years ago, at least. why does it still sound so.. so clear? still remember the girls. the loud one, what was her name.. maggie little sylvie looks just like her, with the pout and the bunny. bye mama bye girls they won't be gone forever, only a few weeks bye mama! *chuckle* bye sweetie seems like forever. always does. always has. love you mama see you soon mother don't forget us, mother yes, ma. you're so prone to it ha. if only i forgot you girls i would sooner die we know, ma you know we're only teasing living in this house for over thirty years she was a schoolgirl in this house. a teenager. an adult. she took over this house, when no one else would she took the girls in, when no one else would. love you, girls they don't say it out loud. no one ever dares. everyone knows, though. the world did not want them. nobody needed them. there was a reason they all grew up here. they knew. she took them in. she wanted them she fed them, raised them. thanks for everything, mother. really. everything. thank you mama love you mama! no one speaks of it. they've got each other, they need no one else. these are the seventh group she knows they will be alright. they're tough. they are fighters. they are survivors. my girls.