At this, Cyrus finally smiled.
A layer of joy bubbled up in his ink-dark eyes as a youthful visage brimmed with cheer. "I am happy."
Having finished speaking, he thoughtfully tried to help Henry Thompson carry the goods in his hands.
Henry Thompson got a good grip on his things and then reached out to hold Cyrus' small hand.
"Let's go. Your siblings will likely be happy to see their uncle too."
Having walked only a few steps, Hank Thompson, who had come out to drink water, excitedly hollered, "Big Uncle, how come you're here?"
Henry Thompson's eyes curved slightly, his lips curling into a gorgeous arc. He gently initiated the conversation.
"Of course, it is to see you guys."
Henry Thompson's voice was gentle and unhurried, his gaze had a hint of indifference.
"Uncle, we missed you a lot."