They were always those kids, holding their parents' hands ten years ago, and holding their own hands ten years later, growing up with themselves, forever passionate and longing for freedom.
Before the holiday ended, Grace Winter and Harry Huston met up once more.
This time Helena also came, and the two of them hugged each other as soon as they met, jumping like they had only been apart for a day.
Sitting together, everyone quickly started talking and laughing as they used to, facing the setting sun, the charcoal in the barbecue grill crackling, rich food aromas wafting in the air, accompanied by everyone's cheerful laughter.
The cold wind couldn't dispel the excitement and joy.
On the day of departure, Hayes Edwards took Grace Winter to the airport.
There weren't many people at the airport today, the weather in the morning was foggy, the daylight hidden behind thick dark clouds, with a light, continuous drizzle.
The airport was very quiet, perfectly fitting for a farewell.
