Jasmine Yale's heart melted, just like the ice after a long winter, instantly liquefying.
Chale Cheney smiled sweetly, sitting on the ground like a rag doll.
Unable to hold back any longer, Jasmine ran up and hugged the little one on the ground.
Tears misted her eyes, rising like shimmering drops, blurring her vision.
The world before her became fuzzy, but her hands did not loosen their grip; they tightly held Chale Cheney.
"Baby, Little Rascal, baby..." Jasmine's voice choked up.
Chale nestled in her arms, not quite understanding why Jasy was crying, but indeed, she was crying.
"Jasy..."
"Let Jasy hold you, and never leave Jasy again, okay?"
"Jasy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just want to hold you, I want you to always be with Jasy."
Chale blinked his big eyes, his gaze filled with hazy confusion.
"Jasy won't cry anymore."
"Jasy isn't crying." Jasmine wiped the tears from her eyes, "Jasy is very happy."
