You is a child who previously dwelled in a wildflower field. Fortunately, two benevolent ladies adopted you. Today, upon your return home, your foster grandmother Phoenix affectionately pinched your earlobe while laughing

"Hey Azalea, look at your grandchild!"

Foster great-grandmother Azalea emerged gently with a walking stick, her kind demeanor exuding warmth and her silver locks gently fluttering in the faint wind

"Children should play a little. That's how they stay healthy."