“How can we feel when Grandma York says that? Zachary and the others are all OK, but we are terrible.”

Clive said this to the old lady with a smile.

Remy nodded in agreement.

The old lady laughed even more happily.

What she was most proud of were her nine grandchildren.

In a few years, her nine grandsons will all be married and have their own families. Even if she dies, she will be able to laugh for three days and three nights in heaven.

Old Mr. Jimenez’s gaze fell on Sonny again.

Sonny nestled in Serenity’s arms, looking at everyone curiously and listening to everyone talk. He couldn’t understand what these old men were saying.

“Yes, it really looks like Miss Harlow.” Old Mr. Jimenez muttered to himself.

was a child. If he had braided his hair into two braids and worn a skirt, he would look just like Miss

at Sonny as if he were lost

saw him, he would always say to her in a baby voice, “Uncle Jimenez, give me a hug.

in circles. Then he would put the little girl on his shoulders and spin her around in circles

always blame the little girl, saying that he was very

and no matter how busy he was, he would always squeeze out

he didted on the children more than

He smiled.

was the head of the

he treated her children,

children actually doted on them very

of their mother because she was too strict.

taught Sonny how to call

called out in a crisp

responded kindly

he slid down to the ground, walked around the

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