"Benjamin, Daddy is back, there's nothing to be afraid of now." The old man, upon seeing his eldest grandson return, immediately felt hopeful and said to his darling great-granddaughter.
"Daddy." Benjamin Leclair, wearing little slippers, ran over and wrapped his arms around Ignatius Leclair's leg, sobbing tenderly and timidly, "Help Benjamin bring brother back."
Ignatius looked down at the little girl clinging to his leg. At only five years old, she was still quite short, a small, soft bundle.
He bent down to pick up Benjamin, his voice low and hoarse, carrying the chill of the night breeze, saying, "Benjamin, Daddy lost Mommy too, and Daddy didn't cry, so Benjamin can't cry either, alright?"
Benjamin lifted her small head, her big dark eyes still filled with tears. Hearing this, she reached out to hug Ignatius's neck and said in a naive yet strong voice, "Benjamin won't cry. Will Mommy and brother come back?"
