Stone Circle It's you, it's me, it's us

@Astrid. @Ujurak. @Kristjan. @Sven. The babies she’s watched grow into young people. But they were children, still. Fatherless.

She goes to them, to hold them gently, if allowed. She looks into each young face she knew so well, as well as her own blood.

“I am not a parent to you. I am not your mother, or your father. But I need you four to know that I love you, and you are my family, my own, as close to me as anyone."

"And when you're upset, you scream! You shout and you cry and you curse how unfair this all is. But you do it with me. Because I’ll be here next to you. Shouting, and crying, and we do it together. And we take care of each other. Let's make a promise today that we’ll always take care of each other. Can you do that?”