「Friday.」
It's the day the children look forward to the most because with Friday comes Saturday.
Ivan Horne, wearing his school uniform and carrying his backpack, descended the stairs alone.
It was now July, and the weather was particularly hot. There were only a few days left until Ivan and Jimmy Horne's fourth birthday, not to mention that summer vacation was fast approaching.
"Ivan."
The elderly lady had just walked out of her room on the first floor. Her health was weakening day by day, and now she needed a cane to walk on her own. Seeing little Ivan coming downstairs, she called out to him with affection.
Her great-grandson Ivan held a very dear place in her heart. She had always doted on Glades Horne and Julia Bluen the most. Since Ivan was the son of these two people she loved dearly, her fondness for him was naturally even more pronounced.
