102 Another Get Together

Aunt Celia's car made its way down the familiar street towards Maria's family house. Maria, seated comfortably in her rattan chair in the yard, watched the approaching vehicle with curiosity. She leaned forward slightly, squinting her eyes as she tried to make out the figure behind the wheel. "Jackson," she called out to her grandson, who was standing nearby, "do you think that could be Celia?" Jackson, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to attention at Maria's question. He stepped forward, shading his eyes from the morning sun as he peered down the road. "Hmm, it could be," he mused with uncertainty. "But I can't quite tell from here." Just as he spoke, the car came to a smooth stop right in front of the house, and the driver's side door swung open. Maria's heart skipped a beat as she watched Celia emerge from the car, her familiar figure bathed in the light. With a gasp of delight, Maria rose from her chair, her eyes shining with joy at the sight of her younger