Whenever Otto was mentioned, Robert foster couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. He had met Otto once, and the soft little guy had instantly won his heart.
Marvin Mitchell was already thirty-two, and there wasn't anyone special in his life. Robert couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever see grandchildren before he closed his eyes for good.
"Sigh," Robert let out a heavy sigh, his gaze growing more intense as he looked at Crystal Foster.
Crystal, puzzled, asked, "Uncle Robert, what's wrong?"
"Crystal, I'm not going to beat around the bush. Do you know any single women around Marvin's age? You know my situation. I've been apart from Marvin for many years, and I owe him a lot. He's still alone, and I just..."
Robert's eyes reddened as he looked up at Crystal. "Crystal, I really hope he finds someone who can be there for him. It would put my mind at ease."
