“It's really Lilibeth.” Sophia breathlessly mumbled under her breath. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the handkerchief Philip had handed her.
“We finally found her after twenty-four years.” Her husband whispered. Tears cloud his vision as he surveyed the woman in the photograph. He, too, wanted to cry, but he stopped himself from doing so. He never cried before, and he won't cry now in front of a stranger.
“Look how beautiful she is, Philip.” Her voice cracked as she stared at her daughter, who had been missing for twenty-four years. She felt like crying again, but she swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed the tears at bay.
“Indeed, she's beautiful.” Her husband agreed with a tender smile on his lips. Phillip was a man of few smiles. His smile is like a diamond, rare and expensive, but now, for the first time in his life, he was smiling from ear to ear. “She got your phoenix eyes and heart-shaped face.” He added proudly.