After a seven hour flight from London to New York City, we finally arrived at the grand mansion of the Williams. 

The car door was opened for me as I gently stepped down. My husband's car diverged in another direction on our way from the airport, it looks like he has somewhere else to be. 

Mr Williams was waiting for me in the living room, Hannah was there too. 

Mr Williams welcomed me with open arms as a father would welcome his daughter. That little action of his made me happy. It made me realize that I still have someone to call my family even after my parents death.

I...