Scars Of A Broken Bond

Minutes later, a group of passengers emerged, including a young girl about four or five years old. Bundled in a thick coat and leather boots, she resembled a Little penguin. Her small hands rested on her backpack straps as she trailed after an airport staff member.

“Jennie,” Tyrone called out, waving his hand.

When Jennie spotted him, her face lit up. She rushed over and threw her arms around Tyrone, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Uncle!” she said with a toothy grin.

Kira applied for airport service. The staff didn’t leave until they confirmed that Tyrone was Jennie’s family.

Tyrone Lifted Jennie into his arms, inquiring, “You traveled alone.

Were you scared on the plane?”

her head, wrapping her arms around

said you’d be here

as he carried Jennie out of the airport. “You’re a brave

and pouted. “Uncle, why didn’t Aunt come too? Is

pinching her cheek, he assured her, “You’ll find

the mystery, Jennie’s face beamed with innocence. “Sure.

Jennie. You can give it to her when

Jennie nodded. She seemed curious about Mathias

you please put me down? I want to walk on

I thought you Liked me holding you