Edward Jackson had never been as excited as he was now, he held his breath and stared at her with his peach blossom eyes, radiating an intense light. But he was also holding himself back, as if afraid to scare her. His hands at his sides turned into fists. Still, he maintained a smile at the corners of his mouth, encouraging her to speak.
Enna Clark bit her bottom lip, feeling awkward having to call someone she had just met 'Uncle'. Just as she was about to give up, she saw his restrained clenched fists.
For some reason, it suddenly became easier for her to say it.
Her clear and bright eyes met Edward's anticipation filled gaze. Bravely, she called out, "Uncle."
For a moment, Edward's eyes were filled with tears.
But it was only for a moment, he regained his dignified composure and swelled chest, asked in a hoarse voice that betrayed the tremor of excitement, "What did you call me? Could you please say it again?"
Enna's nose tingled, and she called out once more, "Uncle."
