The 3 played together, slept holding each other’s hands, wanted to eat, and dress the same. Spray, Nomad and Kindred. Where there was 1 there was 3. Never alone. Always smiling.
Evergreen wondered when the 2 would notice the 3rd didn’t look like them. When she took them in the stroller to town, people would stare, mutter or say loudly rude things. Point and stare. Made her very uncomfortable. How would Spray and Nomad react?
Season built an all-terrain carrier so that she and the children could walk through the woods and fields lessening the chance of encounters. Here they played among the ferns and wood meadows. Laughter ruffled like the leaves.
Evergreen and Season had already decided to home school Kindred. Evergreen, after exploring home schooling on the web; linking up with other parents who home schooled for a variety of reasons, became convinced that Spray and Nomad should too. They were a unit of 3. Spray and Nomad would feel like they were being punished, sitting in desks, listening to a teacher, surrounded by other children. Meanwhile, Kindred was at home sitting on the floor with Evergreen as his teacher.
The day came. The 3 became aware they were 2 and 1. But, it didn’t bother any of them. They had accepted each other so totally, Spray and Nomad as the natural bonds of twins, and Kindred was an extension of themselves.
The 3 never asked why Kindred was all light, smooth and wrinkly skin except for the brown hair several places on his head (and other places later). Never wondered at his funny face with round blue eyes, small pink nose, and reddish mouth. Nor that he was less strongly built with less strength. They were brothers. How such a strange looking child came to be one of the 3 didn’t matter.
Evergreen and Season put their hands of each other’s shoulders and smiled. None of them ever saw Kindred as ugly. They had created a good loving family.