"Sophie, don't take this the wrong way, your aunt is just impulsive. She misses her brother so much and hopes the family can reunite," Old Mr. Wilson tried to smooth things over. As he spoke, a yearning for familial bond shone in his eyes. He gazed intently at Sophie Wilson and said with a slight tremor in his voice, "People get old, and they just hope the family can be together, sigh... your aunt is also worried about us two old folks."
"I understand your thoughts." Sophie Wilson's smile remained standard.
Old Mr. Wilson, not bothered by Sophie Wilson's distant attitude, was delighted as his approach seemed effective: "It's good you understand, it's good you understand. People get old, they get soft, and they just hope for family reunions every day."
"Your aunt means well, but she's just too impulsive. Whatever she does, don't mind it, she's just like that," Old Mr. Wilson continued to persuade while the iron was hot.
