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Ryn woke up to the birds chirping and nestling outside her window.  She stayed right where she was, fiddling with her slightly damp hair. She heard her mother in the kitchen whistling as she cooked. Her mother never cooked breakfast, so she only assumed that the business her parents did last night went well. She slowly got up and dug in her drawer, though she would probably wear the same type of outfit she usually wears.

She walked out to the kitchen where the table was set with a few plates. She sat down and ate quietly while her mother contained cooking the bacon.

"Where's dad at?"

Her mother responded with the usual response, which was "working" or "business". Her father was a busy man, though Ryn would have like to know where he was, her relationship with her father has never been the main priority for her. She and her mother talked for a bit about small things like the weather. Even though the summer weather in their town was usually the same. After she ate she went back into her room to continue unfinished drawings. 

Delilah woke up to the sound of cluttering outside and downstairs where the people worked. The loud sounds of dishes being washed and people working with the animals working in the barns. She stood up feeling the enticing breeze flowing through the large windows into the small room. Artemis was asleep right next to her. Her cat was adjusting to the new large house, and finally not being around the loudness of the streets that were in Korea. Delilah knew that in a few days, the cat would quickly warm up to the open fields and warm sun.

She stood up and walked to her suitcase, grabbing a few things to wear for the day, though the only thing she was likely to do was to go down for a few minutes to satisfy her father and family. She wanted to go out to the tree she had been eyeing since this morning. She dressed in clothes she would usually wear at home, and walked down. Eerily familiar people waved and greeted her often though she couldn't name them.

Her father's face lit up as she walked down, She felt bad about how eager he was to see her, mostly because she never felt a bond with her father like the one with her mother. She knew that they could easily bond over music, but she didn't feel like it. She was never very into making lasting friendships, or bonds. At school, she had a very limited and small group of friends that she still didn't talk too much. She mostly stuck to her own passions, and she was always comfortable with that.

She ate the large and lovely breakfast that consisted of berries, eggs, and bacon. She wasn't a breakfast person but she couldn't help herself with this food. It was better than anything she had ever had. She was warming up to the comfortable weather of the farm, the food was good, the air was peaceful, everything was better. She missed her mom sure, but the feeling of this place was different, the air was kinder.

On her way upstairs she caught her grandmother walking downstairs. The old lady gasped and Deliliah smiled kindly at her. The old lady embraced her quickly, laughing a bit.

"My goodness! You're so big now!"

She exclaimed chuckling a bit as she let her go and continue walking down the stairs, gesturing for her to follow. She nodded and followed, though she would usually go up to her room to practice. On her way out she grabbed her guitar from where she had left it. The old lady looked back and saw the guitar and grinned a bit as she led her outside towards the tree she had been eyeing.

"This tree is very old, come along now."

The old lady commented as they neared the large oak.  The leaves were yellow tented due to the summer. The oak had root poking out every which way. The trunk was still standing strong, despite the fact it was clear the tree was older than Delilah herself. The tree swayed loudly under the harsh summer winds. The leaves were giant, and a few would fall every so often. The sun poked through the leaves as they moved slightly. She looked up in awe as the old lady smiled, giggling a bit.