A woman was walking home with her three young daughters, enjoying a peaceful evening strollPROMENADE.
The eldestAĂNĂE daughter looked up at her mother and asked sweetlyDOUCEMENT, “Mummy, how did I get my name?”
Her mother smiled and repliedRĂPONDIT, “Well, sweetieMA CHĂRIE, when we were bringing you home from the hospital, a beautiful rose petal floated downTOMBA LĂGĂREMENT and landed gently on your head. That’s why we named you Rose.”
The second daughter, now curious, pipes upINTERVINT with the same question: “What about me, Mummy? How did I get my name?”
“DarlingMA CHĂRIE,” her mother answered warmlyCHALEUREUSEMENT, “when we were carrying you home from the hospital, a delicate lily petalPĂTALE DE LYS drifted down and settledSE POSA right on your head. That’s why your name is Lily.”
The youngestBENJAMINE daughter, who had been quietly listening until now, suddenly turns to her motherSE TOURNE VERS SA MĂRE with wide eyesLES YEUX ĂCARQUILLĂS and lets outLAISSE ĂCHAPPER an enthusiastic, completely unintelligible burst of soundĂCLAT DE SON: “H’k—?! —pft?! —gh?! —dsty—?! —hkkk-nngh!!”
The mother glances downBAISSA LES YEUX at her, placed a gentle finger to her lipsLĂVRES, and said calmly, “Shhh, be quiet now, CinderblockPARPAING.”
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