Sure enough, a child's voice came from the other end, saying, "Mr. Roberts, are you talking to Mommy?"
My heart reacted. It had been a long time since I had heard Anne's voice, much less hugged her or talked to her.
My nose went runny, and my tears rolled down uncontrollably.
Hendrix, who was on the other end of the phone, handed the phone to Anne. Her tender and soft voice was clear as she said, "Mommy, is that you? I'm Anne."
My heart leapt. I was so nervous that I couldn't say a word at that moment. It felt as if there was something in my heart that was suffocating me.
Unable to hear my voice, Anne got a bit anxious and she repeated again, "Mommy, can you hear me?"
My tears continued uncontrollably, and I felt a pang of pain in my heart. I inhaled slightly and said, "Anne, I'm here, Mommy can hear you!"
Tears were surging in my eyes as I spoke.
Anne was elated to hear my reply. She said, "Mommy, have you eaten yet? When are you coming home? Mr. Roberts and I have been waiting for you for a long time. This is a secret, but I planted a lot of sweet potatoes in the yard. Grandma said that when you come back, all the sweet potatoes will have grown. They have already germinated. Mommy, are you coming back soon?"
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