Cara twirled a golden lock around one slim finger, rocking a baby on her hip slightly. She rapped at the window. A man outside working in the garden turned and smiled, up to his ankles in dirt. It was her idea, to plant a flower garden. She had just about enough of vegetables. The man waved and mouthed, "What?"

She mouthed back, "Come in." He put a hand around his ear. Cara sighed and mouthed, "Where's Daniel?" The man shrugged. Giving up, she opened the window, "Thomas, the table's set and dinner's ready. Go find Daniel." Thomas nodded and left.

Cooing to the baby, she lifted her skirt and set out to find the rest of her children. The triplets were in their room playing with Cara's dresses.

"Mother look, I'm Lady Welleman." A little girl with long golden curls danced around Cara's skirt. "And I'm Lady Morgan." An identical girl started following her sister. The last one, Poppy, came out of the closet, giggling. She didn't look so similar to her sisters, because Poppy's hair was cut short and wispy, the result of an accident with some matches. "And I'm just myself."

Cara laughed, "It's a good thing you're just Poppy, because being someone else would make Mother miss you too much. You too, Ruby and Clara." She kissed her daughters.

"Come along girls, Father and Daniel are waiting." The triplets hurried after their mother.

At the table, Thomas sat, eagerly awaiting food. Cara helped the girls into their seats, gave the baby to Thomas and asked, "Where's Daniel?"

"He's down by the fancy shops, said he'll be back soon."

Cara went to the kitchen, wondering what her son was doing by the higher end shops, because as far as she knew all they sold were jewels and fancy dresses, and as well as she knew her name, Daniel would never be caught even standing near a silk gown.

As she carried in a pot of soup and a plate of toasted bread, the store's familiar bell rung on the door, signifying someone had come in. Since their house was behind the family store, it was often hard to hear the bell unless she was in the store, but with enough force, the ringing could be heard well. After a lot of banging, the dining room door opened and in came a breathless boy, cheeks pink from running.

Cara smiled and pointed to a seat next to Thomas. "Daniel, we were all waiting for you. Don't be out so late dear."

"It's barely sundown yet, Mother."

Thomas ladled soup into his bowl, "Still, what she means is that you should come home in time for dinner."

Daniel sat down heavily, blonde hair covering his face for a moment, then he blew it off. Cara caught a memory filled glimpse of his green-blue eyes. Identical to her own. And identical to someone else. Cara suddenly remembered her.

When had she last thought about that time? Years ago. She had even forgot about it. It was a memory useless and painful to her, then. But looking at Daniel's eyes, so like her's,  it was heartbreaking. How could she have forgot about it? There was only one thing to do.

Cara smiled.

It would be nice to see her daughter again.