Alex returned to the kitchen and grabbed the snacks he’d specially made for the children.
Milo quickly gobbled down several pieces, then drank a full glass of water. As soon as he set the cup down, he tugged on Maverick’s arm. “Come on, let’s go play! I saw a bird’s nest in the tree in Uncle Alex’s backyard. Let’s climb up and see if there are any baby birds!”
Alex didn’t stop them from climbing the backyard tree, but he reminded them, “Be careful. Don’t fall. And even if you see baby birds, you’re not allowed to touch them—just look.”
“Okay, Uncle Alex! We’re going!” Milo said, dragging Maverick outside.
Aitana watched the two boys race off and smiled. “Childhood really is the best—carefree and happy. Sometimes I envy kids. When we were young, we wanted to grow up fast. But now that we’ve grown up, we realize childhood was better.”
“Childhood should be joyful.” Alex nodded. “We were pretty wild when we were kids too—climbing anything we could at the resort, playing with the workers’ children at the foot of the mountain.”
Some of their childhood playmates—the more capable ones—now worked for the York Corporation. The others stayed at the resort to help manage the orchards and flower fields below the mountain.