They are the only ones who get each other. Each other are the only ones to get them. Three gentle sisters with kind mouths and more ideas than wikipedia. Three who belong together, right here. Three companions raised countryside. From their rooms, you can hear them, but don’t be bothered. 

Their determination disclosed. They send shouts throughout the house. They stand up and they fall down and grab life between their painted nails and bite back with grace and never quit their comradery. This is how they stay.

Let one forget her reason for being, they’d all fold like cards in a deck, each with their backs not against the other. Stay, stay, stay they whisper as life goes on it’s way. They pray.

When one is too bitter and too gloomy to stay staying, when one is a lost girl against the world, then they look at the the other sisters. When there is nothing left to look at in this house. Three who became despite trouble. Three who pray and do not forget to pray. Three whose only reason is to stay and stay.