Alvin Morgan had been wearing sunglasses and a hat ever since he got out of the car, but he was still recognized.
He turned and saw a young couple with a little girl and a man dressed similarly to Dean Morgan standing not far away.
The father's features bore a slight resemblance to Alvin Morgan's, though he was thinner and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a scholarly air.
The woman beside him was gentle and elegant, with a warmth that showed in her eyes. She also wore glasses, giving her an intellectual look.
Between them was a little girl of five or six, her hair tied up in twin buns. She wore a small floral dress and held an ice cream cone. With her large eyes and a dab of white cream by her mouth, she looked incredibly cute and pretty.
"Little Uncle…"
Overjoyed, the little girl broke free from the woman's hand and ran over.
