Epilogue

On her fifth birthday, Luna came up with a question.

She furrowed her brow and thought hard for a moment, then voiced the thought that had occurred to her.

“Why do I have three moms?”

When Luna was little—about the same age as her younger siblings—she hadn't even realized it was strange.

She'd actually thought it was perfectly normal. Well, what could a toddler of two or three possibly know?

But now that she was a whole five years old, things were different.

As the eldest daughter of the family, with two younger siblings, Luna was practically an adult!

Still, a wise person should humbly seek instruction even from a three-year-old toddler.

It probably wouldn't help much, but out of courtesy Luna tried asking her younger sister.

“Emma, have you ever thought it was strange?”...