Text: Ana Torma
Illustrations: Vane Kosturanov
Every spring, ice and snow melt which grow into springs, rivers, lakes or into the sea. Some become rain, others, perhaps, dew. Transforming into each other, they become one, they make a family.
One river, who was yet to become one, was excited, but also fearful. Snuggled up against her mom, older sister, or perhaps, her grandad, she couldn't stop asking questions.