If there was something Sophia loved to do it was gardening. On some days she even believed the plants could speak to her. And the best part? She could understand them to!

Jamee didn't understand, she preferred the earth over the plants.

She looked to her sister who was helping her parents, Natasha and Benedetto, pick apples from the apple tree. She could do that faster, she was sure of it.

"Watch what I can do!" She exclaimed before concentrating very hard. The tree shook itself and the apples fell down. Unfortunatly one of them hit their father on the head.

Benedetto let out a soft curse before looking at his daughter. He sighed and smiled at Sophia to reassure her. "Bambina, please be carefull with that. Apples are not the best objects to get hit in the head with. Now why don't you help us by hand, si?"

Sophia smiled and nodded. She learned a lesson today. If there was one fruit you picked by hand. It was apples.