"Alright, enough of the tears, sweetie." Aunt Martha said gently, her voice warm as she finally pulled away from the hug. Her hands lingered on Aria's shoulders for a moment, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "Now tell me… what would you like to eat? The little one must be starving by now."
Aria let out a soft laugh, wiping the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes. The mention of food instantly lifted her mood, a spark of excitement lighting up her expression.
"Oh, Aunt… what about those creamy and spicy shrimps of yours?" she said eagerly, her eyes practically glowing. "No one has been able to make them the way you do since you left. I've missed them so much. I want that with creamy pasta… and peppered chicken."
Aunt Martha raised a brow, pretending to be unimpressed, though the fond smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
