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Marigold chuckled, shaking her head at her dramatic daughter. "It's all right, my Bella. I'll talk to Ixora and have her fix your bed just the way you like it, before she left it all messy. Here..." She lifted the hem of her dress and gently wiped away Cherry's tears. "Stop crying. Remember, you're my Silver, aren't you?"

Cherry sniffled and nodded, "Yes, but Ix is your Bella too." She felt better now that Mama was drying her tears.

Marigold nodded, "You're right, Ixora is my Bella too. You both are Mama's Bellas. But..." Marigold cleared her throat and began to sing the familiar lines.

"You're my Silver. She is my Crystal..."

Cherry beamed. She loved it when Mama sang The Bella Rhythm. As usual, she finished the verse for her mother.

"I am your Silvy. She is your Crysty.

I am your Cherry. She is your Ixora.

We are your favorite fruits. We are your favorite flowers.

We are Mama's beautiful twins.

We are Mama's Bellas!"

As Cherry completed the familiar rhythm, she grinned mischievously