She couldn't help beaming in pride when they made it down the stairs without falling. They come to a stop in the doorway to the living room. "You already met my parents. Those two over there," she points to a twelve year old indentical twin girls, "are my younger sisters Emi and Cho. I think you'll like them. They talk like a pair of song birds." She beckons him towards her usually spot at the low table and the setting her mother or sisters had set out for him.