That was the most reassuring New Year that we'd ever had in these five years. So we spent a few more days in Ucrebury and returned to Jarold City on the sixth day of the new year.
It was only when it was time for us to leave that Uncle Trent stepped out of the house with Anne in his arms, teasing each other.
After the new year, Anne had gained some weight, and it was a little challenging for Uncle Trent to carry her. He was panting at that moment. However, he did not complain, but kept teasing Anne, making her giggle.
"Uncle Trent, let me do it," Hendrix said. He was afraid that he would get exhausted, so he went forward to carry Anne.
Uncle Trent was not willing to let go of the child immediately. He adjusted the scarf around Anne's neck. He then looked at Hendrix and me uneasily before he let out a sigh, passing Anne over to Hendrix.
"Anne, when you go back, remember to call your granduncle more often. Got it?" Uncle Trent said. He looked at Anne with a smile on his face.
"Got it, Granduncle!" Anne replied. She was an obedient girl, and her voice was sweet and adorable. Aunt Nerissa and Aunt Kennedy started to tear up, and they pursed their lips to stop the tears from falling.
If Monique knew that these elders loved Anne with all their hearts, she would be at ease.
Uncle Trent nodded while letting out a long sigh. He looked up at Hendrix and me. He then said sincerely, "You both are tired of my nagging, so I won't say anything more. Be careful and take good care of the child. Remember to bring Arianna and Anne back to visit the in-laws. Otherwise, they'll think the Roberts are rude and uncourteous."
I smiled. Valerie and Pedro were not that petty. I explained to him, "It doesn't matter. We live quite close to each other and we can meet up whenever we want."
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