Amanda and Pamela suddenly stopped in their tracks.
Pamela looked at the bent-over elderly woman in front of her, a little surprised. "Are you calling for me?"
"Yes! I'm already 95, but I’m not so old that my eyes are failing. I still remember you, Pam. These years, where have you been? You didn’t come back to pay respects to your ancestors, nor have you come to see your family."
Pamela froze, stunned and shocked!
Someone recognized her.
Did she still have family?
"How should I address you? I've had some troubles and forgotten things from my childhood," Pamela said, her eyes misting with tears. Could it be that Heaven had heard her prayers? She could finally find her family.
"You little thing, you're younger than me by several decades! How could you forget about your childhood? You
