Sylvan Cheney was much more adept at holding a child than Jasmine Yale had imagined. Those years, he must have held Chale Cheney quite often.
Although he was strict with Chale Cheney, paternal love always unexpectedly revealed itself in subtle details, like a gentle stream, silent yet nurturing and powerful.
The little girl seemed to really like Sylvan Cheney, wrapping her little arms around Sylvan's neck, continuously calling "Uncle, Uncle."
Sylvan's eyes also held tenderness and patience as he entertained the little girl, holding her steadily.
"Uncle, are you coming back tomorrow?" the little girl asked in her childish voice.
"I'll come if I have time."
"I play here often, this is my little palace." The little girl pointed to the sandpit, "Is that house pretty? I built it!"
"It's beautiful."
The little girl laughed happily.
Jasmine Yale also smiled.
