It was a winter morning when Jason decided to come into the world. Ten minutes later, Hope arrived as well. Time passes and the two siblings grow up, go to school, unfold their talents, and find friends. In all the stories you will read about the two children, however, someone is always comparing them to each other. Sometimes it's dad, sometimes it's grandma, sometimes it's their friends. But they have a different opinion: "We don't like being compared to each other... we are different." Could the children be right? Maybe they know something more after all?