It's been six years since Kathleen left Baltimore and seeing the place again brought back some nostalgic memories. Nothing much had changed about the place, but the person returning with two adorable children was completely different from the one that left six years ago.
"Mom, how come there's no one here to receive us, are you sure Mr Duncan has not forgotten the time of our arrival?" complained a sweet, chubby but beautiful girl; her thick curly blonde locks bouncing on her shoulders.
"Shhh… Eleanor, how can you say that about him?" rebuked Elvis. "Mr Duncan is not that kind of person, even though sometimes he would confuse mummy with grandma, his memory is still as sharp as a three-year-old's." With his two little hands clasped behind his back, neatly styled hair and the serious expression in those sapphire blue eyes, he had a dignified aura even at such a young age.
