well , not all of it , and her pink v-neck sweater was now an ugly brown . or rather , the right quote , done wrong . `` that 's our baby brother for you . i opened my mouth to speak , but instantly closed it . `` and where should we send these beautiful flowers ? '' could someone like him even understand what it was like to be someone like her ? the rest of her strength went into her other three kids ; she had to leave them with something . 