Norton Jarvis hurriedly looked toward the hospital lobby as soon as he exited the elevator, looking, looking…
His emotions were excited and complicated as he walked toward the three people approaching him, his eyes fixed on the small figure in the middle.
Once, during a video call with his mother, the little girl's glimpse caught his eye. He had seen the back of the little girl. Golden hair, chubby little hands raised high, fair skin. He knew she must be a beautiful Western child.
Only until now did he realize she was not only beautiful but the most beautiful little girl in the world.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, just like Seventeen.
"Grace," he called out with a hoarse voice.
Grace, holding grandpa's hand in one and grandma's in the other, was hopping toward the hospital when she heard someone calling her. She 'hmm-ed,' looked up, and upon seeing Norton, she gasped, tilted her head, and said to Old Mr. Jarvis, "Grandpa, another grandpa is here!"
