She still remembers that night like it was yesterday. Howling wind, thunderous red sky, toxic rain all bullied her, then ordered her and finally begged her to stop. But she wasn't having any of it, not that night. That night she cried, she fought, she raged to have her way, to give birth to the tiniest single-celled organism. Some billion years worth of evolution later, she wonders sometimes, if given a choice would she undo what she'd done that night? Then two of her children come to talk to her about how their day went, pour their heart out. And she's all calm and happy again..