Patricia's POV:
I walked toward the arrival gate.
I spotted my waiting family from a distance.
When I took a few more steps forward, my aunt had already noticed my awkward gait.
She trotted over to support me. Her eyes brimmed with concern.
"Patricia, how did you end up like this?"
"Auntie, I'm fine."
My aunt glanced in my father's direction and said to me in a low voice, "Patricia, don't be cross with your dad this time. He's missed you so much all these years, he just never says it out loud.
"If you hadn't insisted on moving to Boston to get married back then, he would never have been so angry with you!
"I told you a long time ago, that boy from the Kingston family isn't good husband material!"
At that, my eyes reddened quickly.
My aunt panicked and immediately pulled me into
