PHOEBE
"You heard him, boys, get to it now!" she said, gesturing to the buckets as she picked up one herself. Each boy picked up a bucket as instructed, Rhett looking a bit more sheepish than the other two, and set to work. It was a bit more difficult for them than Deimos and Phoebe. Their hands were much smaller and the memory mud was difficult to grab onto. More often than not, the mud went squishing through their fingers, but with persistence they began to fill their buckets."I'm sorry for all the trouble, Deimos. They usually are much better behaved." Phoebe said softly as she collected puddles of memory mud. They were adjusting and mourning in the only way children so young could. It would take time to adjust to a new normal.
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
