"I meet these two handsome boys in front of your door," the grandma cheerfully told the three residents of the apartment unit. "This one said he's the son of your friend--isn't he talking about that beautiful lady?"
The Grandma pointed at the framed pictures of three young women on top of the cabinet near the living room as she walked inside. Indeed, one of them was a beautiful young woman with striking blue eyes and golden hair. It was the reason why the grandma easily believed Zein's words, because she recognized the pretty blue eyes.
"Yes, I am," Zein replied to the grandma, looking at the framed pictures with mixed feelings.
"My, my--no wonder you're so pretty," the grandma laughed while looking at the framed picture with Zein. Thanks to that, she did not catch the way the owner of the resident actually shaking in nervousness.
"I look like my father, though," Zein replied light-heartedly. "I only inherited her eyes."
