Inside the villaâs living room, everyone lounged on the sofa, while Gailâs gaze remained fixed on Rosalynn.
Feeling shy from the attention, Rosalynn joked, âMom, Iâll turn as red as a rose if you keep looking at me like that.
â
Gail chuckled and turned to Brendan.
âDear, pinch me.
I need to know if this is a dream.
â
Brendan, grinning, pinched his arm instead.
âItâs real.
Youâre wide awake,â he assured.
Rosalynn watched, laughing softly, as her father, usually so stern, engaged in such playful antics with her mother.
âI never imagined our daughter would be with us again,â Brendan said.
Clasping her hands in thanks, Gail expressed, âWe are blessed indeed.
And our thanks to Mr.
Fuller for caring for our girl.
â
During their journey home, Gail inquired about Rosalynnâs life throughout the years.
Learning of Calvertâs kindness towards Rosalyn, she felt profound gratitude.
âGail, we must tell our parents our daughter is alive,â Brendan suggested.
Gail gave a firm nod.
âAbsolutely.
I wish for everyone, not just our parents, but all to know my daughter is alive and kicking.
Weâll host a celebration on the finest day to honor her return.
â
Brendan chimed in, âIndeed, the festivity should be magnificent.
â
Overwhelmed by their plans, Rosalynn was deeply touched.
Yet, she believed such extravagance was unnecessary.
âDad, mom, thereâs no need for such formality,â Rosalynn interjected.
âBut it is essential! My girl has returned; her presence must be broadcasted to the world,â Gail insisted.
âRosa, your mother speaks truth.
You, as a Moreno, have been owed for over two decades.
Itâs time we rectified that,â Brendan concurred.
In the warmth of her parentsâ discussion, Rosalynn felt as if she were dreaming.
Her fatherâs affection was as solid as a mountain, her motherâs as enduring as a river.
This parental love filled her with joy.