text: I had nothing to my name to begin with. But I was happy.
  
  My wife's name was Jeonna. Jeonna and I were very happy together, we lived on a small house. Jeonna sold the boquets she made with wildflowers that grew around the mountain and I did whatever odd jobs came up around town. We lived off of these funds and we knew we could never get rich off of what we did but... We were happy. That was enough.
  
  Jeonna had two children late one Spring, twins. A healthy son, a son I was proud of to call my son. And a daughter, a daughter that I loved with all my might. While our son was unusually strong for a child, our daughter grew weaker by the day. The doctor said she wouldn't last long.
  
  Jeonna and I didn't believe him.
  
  Jeonna came up with the names for our son and daughter through an ancient language that her mother had taught her. Ari was the name of our daughter, it meant 'life', and Hitari was the name of our son, it mean 'protector of life'. Jeonna was happy staying behind and only gathering the flowers that were near our house. She wove a basket for Ari and Hitari to ride in so that they could go with her. She believed that nothing would harm our family.
  
  I was cautious of what the doctor had said.
  
  Even though I didn't believe him. I knew that he had seen children like Ari die before. So I was worried, I was careful, but I didn't believe him.
  
  Ari fell ill when she was two, right when Jeonna and I were beginning to be convinced the doctor was wrong, our fears came crashing back onto us. Ari grew weaker day by day until she became too weak to feed. Jeonna would cry herself to sleep at night, when she slept that was. Most nights she was too scared to fall asleep to the possibility that she might wake up, and Ari would be dead.
  
  Hitari caught the cold as well.
  
  I wasn't surprised, really, the two of them shared everything. They had the same emerald eyes and golden blond hair. They both opened their eyes at the same time, fell asleep at the same time, and fed at the same time. One couldn't sleep without the other and if they were separated for too long they would start wailing for the other. Personality wise they were almost polar opposites, Hitari was calm and intelligent from the start. Already having small, child-like conversations before he was even a year old. He learned to walk almost as quickly as well, he was physically very strong. Ari got the hang of talking when she was about 16 months old, but she started walking at the very same time. Ari was weak, but she made up for it in the capacity of what she could learn. And she never forgot anything, ever.
  
  Jeonna was worried even more so, even though I told her it was only natural. Then, it happened one day.
  
  Ari and Hitari disappeared.
  
  Jeonna and I didn't know where they could have gone. We searched everywhere, woke up the entire village and sent out a search party to look for them. The village elder found them by the lake outside of the village. Hitari's hand was interlocked with Ari's. Ari was being gently brushed by the water's edge of the lake. Hitari was gripping her as hard as his little hand could manage, he was out of the water's reach. Neither of them had the fever anymore.
  
  The lake was said to be the portal to the Spirit's World that spirits went through when they died.
  
  The village elder proclaimed that Hitari must have pulled Ari away from the spirits, thereby saving her and giving her more time in the world. Jeonna and I were overjoyed, no matter how ridiculous the reason they ended up there. Neither of us really believed the elder, it's only now that I look back on that day and wonder if he may have been onto something then. Life went peacefully and Hitari and Ari grew up wonderfully.
  
  They were six when the next tragic event happened.
  
  > Ari was hurt.
  I'll never forgive myself.
  
  It's all my fault.
  
  Hitari wanted to come with me on one of my trips to do an odd job. This one was in the mountains. Ari came as well, not wanting to be left behind. Stupidly I let my six year old children come with me to a dangerous place.
  
  It's all my fault.
  
  "Hey! Hitari! Look at these mushrooms!" Ari called as she looked at the giant spores growing out of the ground. Hitari lightly tapped her on the head.
  
  "Oi, don't touch them, they might be poisonous." He said, Ari pouted and made a small, disappointed sound. I was becoming slightly annoyed, if they kept side tracking like this we wouldn't be home in time for dinner.
  
  "Listen to Hitari and stay on the path!" I called to Ari, she sighed and walked back to the path. Hitari following casually.
  
  It's all my fault.
  
  "Ari! I told you not to touch them!" I turned when Hitari scolded Ari. Ari was holding one of the mushrooms.
  
  "You can't boss me around Hitari!" Ari said, Hitari and Ari started arguing. It had seemed like they had been doing that a lot recently. I was sick of it.
  
  "Ari! Hitari told you not to touch the mushroom and you did! You know nothing about the wilderness like I've taught Hitari! Don't be an idiot!" I yelled at Ari. Ari was taken aback, then she glared at me.
  
  "You love Hitari more than me!" She accused. I was sick of her tantrums, her fits and moods.
  
  "So what if I do?" I questioned her. Ari's eyes widened, even Hitari seemed stunned by my coldness. Ari went running away and Hitari followed.
  
  "Ari! Ari, wait!" Hitari yelled and ran after her, I quickly realized what I had said and ran after her and Hitari.
  
  Ari was reckless when she ran, she ran straight along the edge of the waterfall.
  
  "Ari! Ari, please stop!" Hitari called out to his sister desperately. Ari turned around for just a moment and her foot slipped on the wet rock beneath her. She began to scream even before she fell. Hitari tried to lunge out to grab her but he ended up just jumping off of the cliff as well. I watched helplessly as Hitari hugged Ari, the two of them falling down the side of the waterfall and cliff. I had a false hope that the water might break their fall. That my son and daughter would be alright. But as I ran over to the edge and peered down. I saw that even though my hope could have happened if they hit the water, it proved false.
  
  The lay by the lake, as they had when they were babies, Hitari clutching desperately to Ari, the water was lapping at Ari's dress. They were both drenched with their own blood, they're blood mixed together in the lake. They were both stone still, cold, dead.
  
  It's all my fault.
  
  It's all my fault.
  
  It's all my fault.
  
  My fault
  
  My fault.
  
  My fault.
  
  I was to blame, it's was all my fault that they died.
  
  So I decided to join them.