Xocliw noticed something on top of the mark. She took the small object and inspected it. It was a miniature model of a starfighter.
“This belongs to my co-begotton,” she said.
“Who else would leave such a thing on your beggeter’s mark than his own offspring.”
Xocliw looked around the garden and spotted an imprint in the soil. She placed her own foot beside it and saw the marked family resemblance. She looked around for Matthews, but could not find her anywhere.
She was at her wit’s end with confusion and hope when Matthews stepped out from his hiding place
“Xocliw, it is me, Matthews.”
“Is it really you?”
“Of course, look at this band that you gave me when we were young offspring. I always keep it with me.”
She showed her the band. Xocliw cried with joy.
“It is so good to see you
