Hugo's POV

They say some dreams come true in ways we never thought possible! This was one of them.

Even though it was easier to believe her parents were dead and probably decaying after we could not find them, somehow, I still retained some hope that I will eventually meet with them, and present their daughter to them.

You can call it faint hope, but it was not wasted.

I hoped against hope.

It was a bittersweet experience for me. Lisa was a complete facial carbon copy of her mother. Her eyes reminded me of times when I used to look into Lisa's eyes without stopping. I could go on...