“Aunty Jilly! Aunty Jilly!” I hear two voices screaming my name and shaking me out of my memory. I looked up and see two of the cutest faces ever running at me, and I stand up to give them hugs. My niece and nephew, the pride and joy of my life, are the only people I can meet on the surface, except for the licensed suppliers with whom I trade. It’s been almost six months since I last saw them and boy had they grown.
“Let me get a good look at the two of you,” I said kneeling and holding both their hands. My nephew still has his blonde hair and blue eyes, but at four years old now I was starting to see hints of red in there. My niece Melissa, who is now six, has brown hair and hazel eyes, just like her aunty, but acted just like her mother. I stifled a laugh and hugged them again, tightly. “I love you both, and I miss you terribly.”
“Are you ever coming home?” Stephen asked me. My eyes welled up and I blinked the tears away before shaking my head.