[3rd Person’s POV]
"Grandpa!" Randorne approached Tyrone with a smile. He was carrying a backpack containing his shirts and other important things that Randorne would be using.
Tyrone glanced behind he was at the garden, along with his husband, Wendell, planting plants. His smile went from ear to ear as he saw his grandson. "Randorne!" he exclaimed. "Randorne!" his voice was echoing, and his face was taut. "I knew it was you!" he said. "Where have you been? You were gone when we were waiting for you! I've missed you."
Randorne hugged Tyrone and Wendell. "I'm busy with schools, grandpa. And I'm loaded with tasks, so I'm not going to be able to visit you often."
Tyrone chuckled and messed Randorne's hair. "You're a grown up man now. You matured early! I'm proud of you."
Wendell smiled
