Two little girls stuck their heads out from their dad's back. They looked at me with their beautiful round eyes. They have different eye colors! Blue and brown. God, they are so beautiful. The one with blue eyes has the same eyes as me because I inherited them from my mother.
Jayde suddenly nudged my arm and returned my attention to George Hilton. The man looked older than I remembered. There were more wrinkles on his forehead, and his hair that used to be dark brown, without any admixture, was now growing some gray hair on several sides. George Hilton was as straight as ever, but there were some signs of aging on the backs of his wrinkled hands. It was obvious George Hilton had changed, but he still had that gentle glow in his eyes as before.
"Uncle George?" I said hoarsely with trembling lips. My eyes are starting to tear up now.
"Do you still remember me?"
"You... God! Are you Ivy? Sweet little ivy?"
