Mrs Wyatt smiled happily and immediately, she stroked Arissa back with love.
Arissa bites on her lower lips to stop the tears but sadly, one slid down her cheek fastly, she cleaned it off and in the process, gave out a chuckle.
Mrs. Wyatt parted the hug first and cupped Arissa's face tenderly, "You are already a daughter to me," she expressed putting Arissa at rest both mentally and emotionally but physically, she was still tensed.
Arissa smiled and Mrs Wyatt blushed at how cute Arissa was with the smile. She has the most beautiful and perfect daughter-in-law.
"Your hair," she pointed out before taking her hands off Arissa's face. Her fingers went into Arissa's hair combing through it and to the side, she drew it out to Arissa's view.
"They grew longer," she continued and Arissa could only smile at Mrs Wyatt's humor.
Mrs. Wyatt's head snapped to the soup she brought in. "I thought your fever was so high," she sigh, "Now the soup would go to waste,"
