The light that shimmered in air held the same kind of magic as in the eyes of the three sisters. Some kind of childhood wonder. Where holding hands ushered the sweetest smiles and the arms of parents satisfied every need.
Where berries and off beaten paths brought adventure and curiosity and let the imagination run wild.
Where laughter danced and there, together, family of five, everything seemed right in the world.
In the world where the air shimmered.