I walked to where I had just seen my sister and her mate exit. I waved my hand over the area like Kee had done. Just like with her, the books disappeared, and a doorway appeared.
I walked into the small room. There is a desk, a fireplace, and a bookshelf that covers one wall. It's not even completely full.
I rushed to the bookshelf, and looked over the books. There's one for Dad here.. All of his brothers, their children, and all of my siblings. Even my siblings' kids have small ones. And I do mean small ones. Even the babies have their own thin books.
Do these.. grow as we do?
My siblings have the thickest books. All of them are different in sizes and style. Kee's and Brosey's are the largest. Mo's and Less's are the smallest. Although, the others aren't much bigger. Mine, however, is
