He saw her, he walked towards her with his weak feet. Trying to walk faster, but he couldn't. Ages kill his agility. "Jennie, is that you?" he touched her shoulder, asking a petite woman in front of him. She turned her face, squinted to see the man who called her clearly. "Who are you?" she asked. "I'm Rosie. Do you remember me?" he took off his hat, his hair is grey, so do Jennie's. "Who is he, mom?" a young woman appears beside her, she is beautiful, taller than her mother. "My old friend, Roseanno," Jennie smiled. "The love of my life, Jennie," Roseanno thought. _____ PS. This work is converted story from other shipper. Just wanna share this amazing work of my old friend with you guys. Don't you worry gays, she allow me to do this. Credit story belongs to Coffee28