As the sun started its descent behind the tall trees, casting a warm glow over the tranquil garden, Scovia’s heart raced with expectation. She had been waiting for this day to reunited with her parents. The excitement bubbled inside her like a pot ready to boil over.
The gate creaked open, and there they were – her parents, looking just as she remembered them. Their eyes sparkled with joy as they took in the sight of their daughter and their precious grandchildren. The twins ran into their grandparents’ open arms, laughter filling the air.
Eager to show off their latest drawings and toys. Irie, always the chatterbox, was in her element, bonding instantly with her doting grandparents. She immediately began chattering away to her grandfather. Her words tumbled out in a torrent of enthusiasm, recounting every detail of their lives away, with their great-grandaunt.
Scovia couldn’t help but smile at her daughter’s exuberance.