No one knew what Anthony Davis felt when he saw that little face; it was as if, all of a sudden, time had shifted, and in an instant, he was back many years ago, when he returned home from school, and Aya would run over, throwing herself into his arms, calling him "Big Brother."
Everything around him was retreating, and all the sounds disappeared. All his eyes could see was this little girl who had suddenly burst into his sight.
Her eyes were big and bright, clear and radiant like stars, almost identical to Aya's. No, it wasn't just the eyes; the nose, mouth, and face all seemed like the living Aya.
This was his younger sister, the one he had missed for so many years, never forgetting her for even a second in his heart.
Anthony Davis's hand was trembling. He felt like he was having a dream, a dream so real he could touch it. His hand was tightly holding onto the little girl before him, "Aya..."
