I love listening to the kids, even when they're being quarrelsome or naughty. I hope they grow up to be the type of brother and sister who like each other, who keep in touch. It's such a mystery to me, this state of not being the only one. Somewhere, I have sisters. A brother too, perhaps. I wonder, sometimes, if I'd know them if we met. Would there be something in the eyes, the shape of our faces, our walks? Do they know about me? Do they like each other?