The photo was enlarged on the screen. Even with mosaics, I could tell that it was my daughter!
Mia!
I blacked out and fell on the platform.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the time when Ms. Dale blocked the door with her daughter and grandson.
Mia in my arms was warm and soft.
But when she heard Ms. Dale's voice, she straightened up and resisted my hug.
"Mrs. Jones, Mia's hungry. She only wants me to feed her. Let me in!"
Ms. Dale heard Mia's cry outside the door.
At this time, the sound of the lock opening could be heard.
My husband, Frank Jones, is home from work.
"Stella, there are many empty rooms at home. It's okay for them to stay for a few days."
As soon as the door was opened, Ms. Dale couldn't wait to come in with her daughter.
"Bonnie, this is Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Say hello!"
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Jones."
Bonnie changed her previous appearance outside the door and looked timidly at Frank.
"I want to drink milk!"
When the boy in her arms saw the bottle in my hand, his eyes lit up and he snatched it from me. Then, he greedily sucked on it.
Mia's milk was snatched away and she burst into tears.
"Mia, don't cry. Andy is naughty! Let's naughty make a fresh bottle of milk for you..."