Stan was nervous. He was seeing his family for the first time in over 30 years. And it wasn’t even anyone he had met face to face before. It was his great nieces. He approached the picture on the fridge of the two young girls.

“They’ll be here any minute, old man…You can do this! This is your family! More family that you haven’t seen in years…”

He grabbed the picture and looked down at the girls. His thoughts were then discarded as he heard a knock on the door, and a small voice call out.

“Hello? Great Uncle Stanford…?”

He placed the photo down and heads to the door, seeing both of his great nieces for the first time ever. He smiles.

“Welcome! Just call me your Grunkle Stan!”

He looked down at the two, slightly surprised. The one in front had long hair and braces, with a pink sweater on. Mabel, it seemed. The one behind, though…

“Oh wow! You…” he smiled, “Both look so much taller than I remember!” He ruffled their hair.

“Now let’s see which is which…” The one with the longer hair spoke up.

“Um! I’m Mabel and you can call my brother…”