Short story(Part 2);

Two years later ...
I was still sitting on the same side looking at the situation there.
My wild eyes are looking for the mother and his son. They are not there. Could it be that they are already enjoying the sources of her mother's investment?
It turned out that my eyes were glued to a mother and her daughter.
They were already on the playground as early as the others.It's like I know the mother and the daughter.
Soon, a mother and son came to the playground....