I sat on the deck with Quinn, watching our kids play in the garden. Mark and PJ were cooking on the barbecue. I was cradling my baby son, a tiny tuft of ginger hair showing, and his sea green eyes twinkling. Little Freddie. Quinn's triplets Patrick, Brendon and Pete II were all playing in the sand pit. It was a beautiful summers day.
My daughter sat under the weeping willow in the corner of the garden, talking to someone who didn't exist. But I didn't worry. I didn't consider taking her to a therapist or label her as 'crazy'. Because I knew that my daughter was unique, and there is nothing wrong with that.
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RomanceWillow is strange, everyone is. But she has seven personalities, and everyone doesn't. This is her story as she tries to find love. But who could love someone split in seven?
