After gathering her composure, Eloise asked delicately, “Baby, where have you been since you got separated from Mommy?”
“I was looking for Mummy, but I couldn’t find her, there were so many people around and I was a little bit scared.”
The little girl gestured with her little finger to show that there was only so much fear.
Eloise was saddened and amused by the look on her face.
“And then what happened, did you starve when you didn’t have any money on you?”
At these words the little girl said with a showy smile, “Of course not, I eat a lot.”
She said and gestured with her hands, both of which were wide open, to show that she had eaten so much.
Hearing Sweety’s words, Eloise couldn’t hold back her tears and they fell again.
Rowson silently reached over to wipe her, Eloise ducked and avoided it, taking the tissue and wiping herself clean.
There was nothing he could do about the mother and daughter, so Rowson had to watch over them in silence.
“You don’t have any money on you, where can you get food?”
Eloise didn’t believe that this little girl had found her own food.
Sweety puffed out her chest and said proudly, “I met a nice looking brother and a nice looking daddy, and every day I have lots of good food. My brother even stays with me and is so nice to me.”
When Sweety finished, Rowson’s brow furrowed and corrected, “That’s Uncle, not Daddy, and Daddy’s here.”
“No, it’s Daddy!”
The little girl insisted, her mouth puckered up.
Eloise, next to her, was confused, what do you mean daddy?
Catching Eloise’s eye, Rowson explained to her, “She’s calling out to the man who took her in, and she doesn’t know what’s going on. Just called out like that in front of someone, too, but luckily they didn’t mind.”
Eloise, also in tears, twisted the soft flesh around her little girl’s cheeks and said, “Why are you being so naughty?”
The little girl grinned as she ate the pain.
Seeing this, Rowson took Sweety in his arms and said patiently, “Remember, baby, you can’t just call people Daddy in the future.
Those who are the same age as Daddy have to be called Uncle, and Uncle has little ones at home, so you can’t call Daddy so casually, okay?”
Despite what Rowson said, the little girl refused to comply, shaking her head like a rattle.
“No no, that’s daddy.”
The little girl is unexpectedly stubborn in this matter.
Rowson: “…”
Never mind, what can he do, he’s helpless too.
But hearing Sweety call the man made him feel slightly uncomfortable inside.
It was probably because the man was nicer to Sweety that Sweety was more dependent on him, Rowson thought.
By the afternoon, Eloise was much less uncomfortable and was discharged from the hospital.
Country X, an airport in the North District.
The giant white iron bird swoops down from the sky and cuts a graceful arc across the sky before landing smoothly on the ground.
In a moment, the heads of the people who had been saved came out of the interior of the white aircraft.
A large and small figure emerges from a special aisle in first class.
“Solomon, wake up, we’re home.”
Hector led Solomon towards the outside of the cabin and patted Solomon’s cheek.
Solomon slept drowsily, his eyes half-open.
Gripping Hector’s lanky arms, his body all but leaning on Hector, he walked shakily.
This would hear Hector’s voice and reluctantly open another slit.
The moment I stepped out, the sun shone in my eyes.
Father and son look off into the distance with half-smiling eyes.
Just after dawn, white clouds mayfly above, drifting with the wind and finally resting peacefully above their heads.
Just like them, they have just returned to this familiar North District today after three years of drifting abroad.
“Daddy, we’re home!”
Solomon tilted his head, giggled a little and repeated Hector’s words.
Returning to the country, almost everyone in sight is just like himself.
Skinned eyes and a mouth that speaks the same native language make for an intimate experience.
Solomon’s emotions were also mobilised with excitement.
Getting into the car back to the Rogers family, he asked Hector a little uneasily, “Daddy, how do you think Grandma and the others will react to seeing us, will they not remember Solomon?”
As the saying goes, when you are close to home, children are already thinking about it.
They didn’t tell the family in advance of their return this time, they only knew they would be back in the next two days.
It was still early in the morning when the plane landed, and Hector didn’t rush to call home to inform his family.
Consider it a surprise for them.
Hector stroked Solomon’s inky black soft hair and said warmly, “No, they’ll be happy.”
Not to mention three years, even in another 30 years, the people at home will still welcome them home.
As the car gets closer to the entrance of the Rogers family, the trees sweep by, swaying in the wind and dropping dappled shadows in a field of light and shade.
Along the way, father and son looked out of the window and more or less noticed a change in the scenery.
Three years on, North District has still changed somewhat dramatically.
Some iconic sights have been replaced by new ones, and once familiar streets have become somewhat unfamiliar.
The mood is one of frustration, nostalgia, and timidity.
At the moment, the car is parked firmly in front of the Rogers family.
Looking at the front door of the house, everything seems to be the same as it was before.
Even the large tree in front of the door was only a little more heavily branched and no more different from before I left.
That faint sense of unease was dispelled a little.
Father and son got out of the car, Solomon spreading his legs and running towards the front of the house, while Hector pulled something out of the trunk.
Solomon runs to his doorstep, his pace gradually slowing.
The butler inside happened to be pushing out the door to empty something and froze and froze when he saw Solomon.
Solomon was a little nervous and stood still not knowing what to do.
“What are you standing around for? No call?” Ken came up from behind and flicked a dumbfounded Solomon.
Solomon sniffed and took Hector’s hand, calling out timidly, “Hello, Grandpa Butler.”
The housekeeper looked at a father and son carved out of a mould in disbelief.
Rubbing his eyes, the two people in front of him did not disappear, which confirmed that he was not dreaming.
“A prince? Good heavens! My lady, my lord, come out and see who has returned?”
The butler’s mouth was open, overwhelmed with joy.
Taking Hector’s case, he opened the door and led father and son inside.
Shouting as they walked, the call drew the attention of a family coming down the stairs.
Mrs Matriarch and Mr Fletcher came downstairs and saw Solomon and Hector and the butler a reaction.
“Ouch, not a dream, my big baby grandson!”
Mrs Matriarch was the first to react and she sprang to Solomon’s side, hugging him tightly and kissing him.
Mr Fletcher watched the pair from the sidelines, his mouth cracking into a smile.
“Grandma, Solomon misses you.”
Solomon was kicked out of breath from the hug and held his red face without forgetting to call out to Mrs Matriarch.