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II - Meeting

BEEP BEEP BEEP....

The alarm rang, and Lisa opened her eyes as if it's an emergency. She was smiling. Perhaps 'smile' wasn't the right word for it—the top row of teeth showed, movement of the cheeks, and a faint curve to the lips.

"Logi, today, we will meet Grandpa."

She got up from her bed—jumped, and clapped her hands with excitement. The excitement wired her body as she plugged into the mains. Today, unlike other days, her mother does not need to wake her up, getting her to get up and take a shower. She was enthusiastic about doing that by herself.

Plain High-waist dress, also peach pink—she wore it proudly. She can't wait to perform her catwalk to her grandpa. She ran down the stairs with Logi on her right hand into the living room. She saw her dad putting the luggage into the car, and her mother was packing food in the kitchen. Watching the scene, she knew it would be a beautiful day for her.

The car drove over the highway. All around, through these tinted windows, the scenery constantly changed. Mr Bill fiddles with the radio to fill their ears with the famous song—Set Fire to The Rain by Adele. She gave full attention to the view when the car entered the entrance gate; massive, solid red cedar wood and held together with great iron nails. The gate was open on one side, yet it was so wide; anything could enter. Fence standing firmly with the entrance gate like soldiers standing stiffly in their pressed uniform. She could tell the fence and gate was new and had been varnished. Inside was a countryside house surrounded by a garden—full of promise and hope. The car stopped in the front yard.

"Here we are." Mr Bill said.

"Aba, where's grandpa?" She wondered.

"Maybe he's in the backyard." He replied.

The door opened, a man could be seen at the house's front door, he was smiling. He threw a soft smile—was casual, but smartly dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His smile was one of bliss growing, much as a spring flower opens. It was beautiful.

"There he is." Mr Bill said.

"Oh, dear, I miss him so much." Softly Mrs. Bill smiled.

Lisa couldn't wait any longer; she unlocked the car door and ran towards her grandfather. She hugged him tightly. Her body gentle in her grandpa's arm as every muscle lost its tension to the spring air.

"Pa, I have a riddle. What is the difference between a bell and a ring?"

"Ha-ha, I've heard this every year." He laughed.

"Well, a bell can ring, and a ring can't bell." He added.

"Yep, you're the only person I know that never gets tired of my riddle."

Her grandpa snickered, "Well, sweetheart, what else would I rather be?" His embrace was warm, seemingly very protective of the girl.

And she ended the day talking about all the things that were happening around her to her grandpa. How her classmates sulked because they didn't eat together during school recess, how her art teacher praised her beautiful paintings—she told him everything, not a single detail missing.