"..."
Teresa stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with bewilderment, staring blankly at the woman before her who had once appeared in her dreams.
Is it my mother?
Is she my mother?
The immense shock and incredible joy intertwined, leaving her mind blank.
Rationality was screaming warnings, yet emotions instinctively ignored them.
Just as Teresa's mind was extremely shaken, teetering on the edge of a fierce battle between reason and emotion — she spoke.
"Teresa, my child..."
She looked at the seemingly dazed child, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, filled with infinite love and affection.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
She stepped forward slowly, naturally embracing the rigid girl gently, her rough yet warm hand rhythmically patting Teresa's back, as if to dispel all unease, softly comforting.
!!!
The gentle voice, as if possessing magic power, instantly shattered the psychological defenses Teresa had arduously built.
Fake!
Fake... fake?
