" Did you bring her with you? Vasquez!"
A soft voice came from behind like the sweet melody of a grandma who sings songs for their grandchildren. Like I used to hear when I was with my grandparents in my hometown.
Both of us turned and looked at the person who was walking towards us, with her slow steps. The sound of the white cane which she is supporting, proves her excitement.
She has been waiting for someone. Vasquez is supposed to bring her here. But, I don't think it's me she is waiting for. Am I the one?
" She is the girl. Grandma. I brought her here!" Vasquez helped her to walk toward me.
Her beautiful blue eyes are kinda of blurry because of her age. But her gorgeous appearance resembles Vasquez. He got her Gene with no doubt.
" My Gosh. You are pretty now. When I met you
