"I miss my husband. He's been gone for so long," the old lady said, wiping her tears. "But I don't dwell on it anymore. I feel blessed-more than he was. I've lived long enough to see several of my grandsons get married. Maybe, if I'm even more fortunate, I'll see the ninth one get married too."

She paused, her gaze wistful. "All I truly wish for is to have a great-granddaughter before I go. Before he passed, my husband said his biggest regret was never having a daughter or a granddaughter."

Rosella gently comforted her. "Mom, you'll live to be a hundred-no, 120-and you'll see the ninth grandson marry and hold your great-granddaughter in your arms. You have nine grandsons, after all. Surely one of them will give you a little girl." Rosella, however, didn't dare to speak too confidently.

The York family hadn't had a daughter in three generations. Any baby girls born in the past had tragically passed away in infancy.

if girls didn't dare to be reborn into the

me a great-granddaughter. With the excellent genes in our family, she'll undoubtedly be beautiful, sweet, and utterly

myself. But, of course, I wouldn't actually do that the Johnsons would think I'm crazy!" Rosella chuckled. "Mom, every time you see Avah, you

own little girl, we won't have to envy

families like the Yorks-who hadn't had daughters in generations

for a flourishing lineage. And perhaps God, in granting that wish, made the

for a bit. Let's visit FC Manor. I miss Avah, and she should be walking by now. Children are the most adorable when they first start walking-waddling like little penguins." Rosella thought about it. Staying home was dull,

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