His voice was strong and shrunk the distance between them, but she was glad for the distance. She knew him. . . those eyes. . . it was a childhood memeory. . . hmmm. . . oh, yes! At the time Anne had called him uncle, even though there was no family connection. Watching him walk toward her, she was glad for that lack of relation. But who was he, this "Uncle" Robin? In a few moments they would be close enough to each other that the wave she had given would have to be followed with words, and it sure would be nice to have some sort of recollection as to who he was. . . how her father had known him. . . wait, maybe that was what was blocking her memory. . . Robin had been a friend of her mother's. That's right, Robin had been four years behind her mom, actually the little brother of her close friend, Karyn.<br/><br/>It's a funny thing about memory. . . once one little piece comes back it was like an open door for more. . . Robin had been a pesky younger brother. . . well, that's what girls think about boys sometimes, true or not. Anne was beginning to think that perspective was everything. . . how could her young mother have ever seen this man before her as a pest? The distance was closing now. . . it was up to her to set the tone for the future. . .<br/><br/>"Uncle Robin!" she said as she walked into his arms. The hug was warm, secure, and innocent. It had been such a long time since she had been hugged since her parents and grandparents were gone. . . she missed that feeling. "It has been a long time! How are you?"