The voice faded away.
A woman clad in milk-white down jacket walked over gracefully, smiling as she greeted, "Ella, the weather is nice today, you all are sunbathing here!"
"Yolanda, come sit here." Ella Lacey pulled her to sit next to the wisteria swing.
"Mommy, I want to swing."
Out of the blue, Baby lay himself on the swing, his little hands tightly grabbing the wisteria vines.
"Yolanda, let's swing together."
Ella Lacey stood up smiling, as her baby was in such good spirits, she certainly didn't dare to contradict him, and already stood to the left side of the swing.
Yolanda Bardot coordinated, moving to the right side and mechanically began to swing.
Baby, one moment swung up high, and another, came back down, playing joyfully, and occasionally bursting out in giggles…
Like silver bells in the wind.
Nothing like her usual aloof and proud self.
It seemed to bring out the most innocent side of a child.
