FIFTY TWO

300 years later.

“Wow Father, this is beautiful!”. Christina and I’s 40 years old son, Gerald exclaimed as he stared at the huge white –with a little touch of gold—skyrise apartment.

Gerald is our first son and a sturdy business man. He’d taken interest in learning business immediately we’d moved to the city and I couldn’t be more proud to see my son excel do well in his choice of study.

He Is currently married with a fine lady that works in his field of work and they have two beautiful girls, twin girls to be precise---Katherine and Katherina---

“I really couldn’t agree less, father”. Miriam, our daughter chimed in. She was a spiltting image of Christina. From her long blonde hair to her green eyes. She’s our first and only daughter, the second born of the family and probably Christina’s favourite---although Christina always denies that she doesn’t have a favourite--- but it shows and we all know it too.

Being an epitome of beauty just like her mother, she’d had different spouses