My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After dinner, Norman washed the dishes with Bennett while I went to the yard with Anne to pick some fruits.

In the midsummer, I had planted a lot of watermelon seeds at the start of spring. I also bought a few peach trees and planted them next to the fence the year I came to Hovell. They bored fruits almost every year.

Anne held a basket while picking up peaches that could still be eaten even after dropping on the ground. She asked, "Mom, do you like Mr. Zelson?"

I chuckled and put the picked fruits into the basket. Then, I touched her nose and said, "What are you trying to say, honey?"

She pinched her chin and thought for a moment. Then, she said, "I was just thinking...if you could let Mr. Zelson be my father?"

I was stunned for a moment. I looked at her and asked, "Anne, do you really want a father?"

She tilted her head and thought about it. After a short pause, she said seriously, "Not really, but I like Bennett. If you marry Mr. Zelson, then I can marry Bennett in the future." "Even if your mum doesn't marry Mr. Zelson, you can also still marry Bennett when you grow up!" A magnetic and melodious voice sounded from behind them.

Upon hearing that voice, we turned around and Anne was instantly overjoyed. She ran over, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Uncle lan!"

arms, lan said with a laugh, "Anne, since you want a

pondered for a moment and said, "My classmate said that a Dad is someone who will lie in the

I...

lips, looked over at me and said, "Your daughter is

freshly picked watermelon in my arms, I walked over to him."Why are you here? Didn't you say that you'd be busy

and took the basket from me. "I know that the fruits here are turning ripe, so I

"Of course you can!"

up a psychological counseling center in Ucrebury and

with work and would only come by once or twice a year. After dinner, we devoured the fruits. The skies got dark much slower in the summer. Anne pestered me to take her out for a

to do,

bloomed beautifully, making their surroundings look lush. Anne liked to play along this alley; she especially loved dragging Norman and

she came, Norman would buy her ice

with ice cream in hand. He gave one to Anne

guess he saw me as a child