"Debt collector!" Ethan Summer, amused by her words, couldn't help but smile. He lifted his walking stick to the sky and waved it as if to hit her.
Tara Summer giggled and turned to run away.
Behind her, Ethan leant on a park bench, watching his granddaughter run off into the distance. Twenty years had passed, yet he had never really tried to get to know her. It was only in the past few days, spending extended time together, that he realized how well they clicked.
She was smart, beautiful, and cheerful, the only one who dared to joke around with him.
She was audacious, yet her irreverence made him happy. He suddenly felt that he had squandered the past few decades.
Longevity and wealth could not compare to the joy of family.
Ethan watched Tara's retreating figure, his gaze lingering long after she was out of sight...
