127. A Call To President Enzo

Sofia's POV

I awoke the next morning a little tired and rolled to the other side of my bed to resume sleeping but feeling the discomfort underneath me, I realized there was something below.

Immediately I remembered.

I had hugged our family portrait to sleep and might have let go at a point in time.

"Oh, fvck!" I cursed silently and rolled out of the bed for fear of it getting broken.

I exhaled relief seeing the frame unscathed and as I laid back on the bed, picked it up and viewed it.

It was a family photo when I was only one.

It had my father and my mother who was a replica of me and between them was the infant busy with sucking her little finger, me.

A smile formed on my face and I caressed the face of my mother in the frame.

I miss her more because I never got to remember meeting her even though she was around for a while.

I was too young to hold the memories of her.

She was so beautiful just like me.

I'm tearing up already.

"Pwww!" I wiped my tears and was distracted by the buzzi