Northstar Vale honeybee

And you will be the best mother.

Tamar could not have known that her words sparked fear in Arsenio. He had never considered himself to be a father or made of what good fathers were made of. He had never known love from the man who had helped create him. For years, he had harbored ill feelings toward the man. For years, he had wondered what a whole family might look like.

Now tell me, my love… what does this plant do?

He motioned toward a plant with large green leaves that looked as though they shined with the touch of the sun. Their stems were thin but held the weight of the leaf well so that they cast a good deal of shade beneath them. Trees for smaller creatures, he thought.