"Hi, Uncle," Manson said softly, a smile already tugging at his lips as the call connected.
"Manson! How are you doing? You still haven't come by the house," Khalid's warm, familiar voice flowed through the line, carrying both affection and a hint of complaint.
"I'm doing really well, thank you… and, uh, my bad, Uncle. I've just been a little busy lately."
"So busy that you can't visit your uncle for over two months?" Khalid sighed dramatically. "What is this, are you abandoning me now?"
A light laugh slipped from Manson. "Hahaha, Uncle, why would I ever abandon you?"
From the background, a lively voice chimed in, bright as ever. "Is that Manson?"
"Yes, it's my boy," Khalid replied, pride unmistakable.
"Baby! How are you? You're eating well, right?" Clara's tone was instantly full of motherly concern.
Manson chuckled, warmth blooming in his chest. "I'm good, Clara. Hope my uncle isn't stressing you too much?"
