"Story... tell a story..." Little Rachel lay in Jean's arms, her eyes full of boundless hope as she waited for her real father to tell her a story. This was her favorite time of every day...
"Mm, Henry took his companions mountain climbing, but when they camped that night, he discovered that there seemed to be one extra person by the campfire..." Daisy racked her brain to make up a story.
Little Rachel watched her nervously, her little mouth slightly open, seemingly still wondering why there was one extra person.
Jean rolled her eyes at someone and made a gesture where Little Rachel could not see, meaning, If you tell another ghost story, I'll strangle you!
Daisy immediately adjusted. "All right, all right, let's continue that superhero story from last time... Oliver lived alone on a deserted island for five years. When he finally returned home, he found that his sister Thea was completely different from how he remembered her..."
The days passed slowly. Although Sicily was quiet, both Jean and Wanda wanted to return to New York for a few days.
Daisy had no objection. Her reasoning was that since they had already paid their taxes, they might as well stay there for a few days. Otherwise, would not that money have been paid for nothing?
New York was undoubtedly livelier than Sicily. When Daisy went out for a stroll carrying the two adorable babies, she heard many citizens arguing.
The two babies liked lively places, so she held them nearby and listened to a middle-aged man deliver an impassioned street speech. People occasionally stopped to listen to him for a while.
It was not some profound topic, merely the same old debate.
Humanity currently possessed enough technological strength to leave Earth; this had already become the consensus of