"Uncle Aston!" A small girl with a blonde hair which was tied in a ponytail ran out from her house to welcome her late father's best friend.
The house was built in the style of the bungalow and was light blue in colour. It consists of two-storey and was surrounded by trees and flowers with a small ground. It was very enough for a family member of three.
Aston carried the small girl who ran to him and raised her in the air. "I miss you so much. How long has it been since we last see each other?" He lowered her and continued to carry her with his right arm. "I think you have become taller." His face lit up with amusement.
"Really? But uncle, my mom keeps on saying that I cannot grow taller because I always pick at food." Little Jenny said with her voice loud like always. She was small but she had a loud voice.
"Do you pick at your food again? I always tell you that you won't be healthy if you do that. If you're not healthy, then you won't be -"
