My dad gave me a mysterious smile and said, “Not only are Ben and Martha back, your little childhood sweetheart is here too.”
The moment I stepped into the Ortega residence, I was enveloped in a warm, heartfelt welcome.
Ben and Martha had always been fond of me, especially Martha, who took my hand with a tender smile.
“We haven’t seen you in years. And just look at you, our little Bryce, grown into such a handsome young man. The more I look at you, the more I like you.”
I saw Dixie again, my childhood sweetheart, after so many years.
She had grown taller, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and carried herself with quiet elegance and grace.
“Bryce, long time no see.”
She smiled gently as she extended her hand. “Do you still remember me? I’m Dixie.”
I gave a small nod, and when her gaze lingered on mine, I felt an unexpected heat rise to my cheeks.
Back then, I had once written her a love letter, even stolen my mom’s gold ring just to gift it to her, boldly calling it my “token of affection.”
I once said that when Dixie grew up, I’d ride a white horse and marry her.
Now that she was bringing up those childhood memories, I was so embarrassed I wished I could disappear into the floor.