" Oggi, this is my mother,' she said, carefully forming her words.
Oggi dropped the locket and sprang back as if she'd pinched him. 'What...' His face was frozen in surprise. 'Alice, you spoke? You're speaking? What? You can talk?'
Alice giggled. She'd forgotten how good it felt to laugh.
'She speaks!' Oggi stood up, running in circles around them. Alice closed the locket and slipped the necklace over her head.
When Oggi came to a stop, he doubled over, his hands on his knees. 'Time for birthday breakfast?' he gasped.
'Yes, please,' she said, shyly.
'She said "Yes, please"!' Oggi laughed. 'The crowd goes wild!' He cupped his mouth with his hands and cheered. 'Alice, this is the best birthday ever and it's not even mine. "

― Holly Ringland , The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart