I dropped my phone and glanced up to find Aunt Janice and James watching me with concern. “It’s fine now. With both of you here, I’m not afraid of anything,” I reassured them. “Exactly. With us around, there’s nothing to fear” Aunt Janice agreed as she held my hand and led me upstairs.
“Come, let me show you our home.”
The house was a serene villa surrounded by fresh mountain air, with a sprawling bamboo grove just a short distance away.
The tranquility of the place exuded a sense of freedom and peace, perfect for nurturing the body and mind.
They had reserved a spacious, sunlit room for me and had even set up a dedicated workspace. “We’ve unpacked everything you mailed from Marina Shores and arranged it for you,” Aunt Janice said, smiling apologetically as she held my hand.
“Check if everything’s here. James and I aren’t familiar with this kind of work, so we may not have done it perfectly.”
As I looked around, I realized that every item in the room was arranged exactly as it had been in my old studio. Even the curtains were in the same colors.
It was obvious that they had painstakingly compared the photos I’d shared in the past and carefully recreated the space with thoughtful attention to detail.
“Thank you both so much,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
