Plus 3 makes a dozen

It feels like I can hear their thoughts

No matter how far I go

A familiar feeling, like bathing in the sun

Soaking up its warmth

My precious ones counting up to nine

Tied to them since birth

Almost like we have been marked by a permanent sign

We were brought together by fate

Into this seemingly confusing world

But I still choose to stay 

Forever holding unto your hands

My beloved family of almost a dozen 

May our future days always be as warm and cozy