I was created, as I'm sure you remember, to be homeless. Because of that and because of memories to that time when I was alone and cold on the streets of Bridgeport, the warm, communal environment of my own home, my own family, where I - somehow - am the matriarch... it's incredible.Snowflake Day rolled around having us all well on track to where we needed to be. As such, I allowed a gift giving party. If nothing else, we could use the money toward eventually expanding our little cottage into the dynastic manor it will become. For now, we have a little hut outside where our dynasty pieces are being kept, so they aren't accidentally sold or lost.Camillo's brother came out. We were all very surprised to see that he had become a fairy. Even stranger still, we got the news the he passed away directly after the party, so his evident fae-ness didn't preserve his life the way it is rumored to.You must excuse my solemn face again. It's holidays that do it to me. Everyone else was joyous and enthusiastic.I got my husband a nice bottle of bubble bath so he can finally relax in one. He's been wishing to practically since the day he moved in.And he got me a brand new laptop! How incredibly generous can you get?We even indulged our little girl by pretending to watch Ophelia open a gift. The guests were really very nice to go along with it.Goopy was absent throughout the entire gift giving, so we had to give him his gift later. He had been upstairs all day long at that chemistry set. For a teenager, he really is quite the devoted academic.Snowflake Day also happened to be the adult birthdays for every young adult in the house except for Camillo.Eduardo and Carlotta were both in my daughter's room when they aged up.By that time, most of us were in pajamas and Mona Lisa was practicing her painting in the foyer.Well, with three adult birthdays, you are likely to get at least one midlife crisis. The unfortunate recipient was our very own Carlotta, who upon aging up, rushed over to Mona Lisa's mirror to inspect her face for wrinkles.She then wailed loudly and plopped onto the floor with a loud thump, which startled everyone downstairs.Goopy suggested that Mona Lisa take a break from painting and come make a snow man with him, which she happily obliged to. I kept a close eye on them just in case one got too cold, and listened to my daughter chatter away about Ophelia and the new toy oven she got for Snowflake Day."Ophelia is going to be a famous chef. She's going to make me cakes and pies and cookies," Mona insisted."I think she will too," Goopy said firmly. "In fact, I have a special present for both you and Ophelia.""Oh, oh, oh!" Mona squeaked. "Is it? Is it the potion? Really?""Really," He said with a big grin, and Mona Lisa squealed in delight.Now might be a good time to mention that I had agreed, several days ago, that if they could bring this imaginary girl to life that I'd buy a bed and raise her like my own daughter. Suddenly I'm wondering if I should've made that assertion.I watched with my jaw on the ground through the window as a swirl of bubbly, multi-colored lights illuminated Mona Lisa's face.And in the blink of an eye, we had another little girl under our roof.