Fristy Davis spoke with sincerity, her face full of tears, every word seemingly heartfelt, so poignant that it made one's heart ache. She seemed truly kind, considerate, and sensible, willing to wrong herself for the sake of others.
The Old Man shakily stood up, his eyes red with excitement, his facial muscles trembling: "And now, is it certain? Is she really our Aya?"
The Old Man was about to cry, could it be that the Heavens truly have been kind, actually bringing his daughter back to him?
He couldn't believe his ears, fearing Fristy Davis was deceiving him.
Fristy Davis shook her head repeatedly, she kneeled and moved to the Old Man, grabbing his sleeve, and said: "Yes, Uncle, I am certain, absolutely sure, I would stake my life on it, she is Aya, with no mistake."
