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It was a beautiful night, just walking with the breeze caressing their bodies. Ixora couldn't help but gaze at the sky. "Wow, the night is so beautiful," she sighed. "It reminds me of those nights we used to stargaze with Mama on the roof of our house. Do you remember, Cher?"

Cherry swallowed hard, feeling the pain that still came with thoughts of Mama. She nodded and even managed a small smile. "How can I forget? We would sit down and concentrate, trying to count the stars," she smiled at the memory. "And if that didn't work, we'd take turns wishing upon the stars."

Ixora's lips curved at the memory, and then she turned to Jerald and Jake. "What was your mother like?" she asked, curious about the woman who raised these amazing men. Cherry nodded too.

Jake and Jerald smiled as they walked through a quiet and secluded part. A narrow, long path separated by two pavements came into view, and they all sat down. Ixora and Cherry on one side, facing Jake and Jerald on the opposite pavement,