"Persephone Bennett, is my name. After my great-grandmother. I have a hard childhood. Failed engagements. I was raised to believe that healthy sons were the only thing that got you accepted into my family. I look at my cousin Leslie and think how lucky she is to have her son and two daughters. I have nothing. I came close- but I lost my chance all to quickly," She gazed up at the sky, smiling a little. "It all bothers me, how life isn't as fair as it seems. That I have to jump over ever bump in the road."
Amelia closed her eyes and sighed gently, with happiness. "...Rest, yes, that sounds nice."
Leslie nodded. "Good morning."