I decided one afternoon to go meet them. This is how this friendship story with these twins who have no mother began. My mother died this year and the children are now 4 years old. They claim me, and every time I see them they open their arms to me, all the sadness goes away in a moment. They also do magic (abracadabra, abracadabra) and bring my mother to me at night to see her. The next day they ask me if I was with her. They need me and I need them more. It is a trade in which I always win.