Acantha drew closer to me, placing her second hand on mine while gazing at me with concern. "I know how difficult it is to relive a memory, child, I'm sorry I made you go through that without considering your feelings. You can cry all you want, I will console you," she spoke softly, rubbing my palms.I shook my head no, trying to curb the tears so I could speak and reveal to her that her dead daughter was my mother and that while she thought she was dead all along, Mabel had survived. "Go on, let it all out," she patted my palm as she consoled. "No, you don't understand," my voice broke and I swallowed hard, fighting my heavy emotions. "The woman in that picture is my mother."At once, Acantha's face blanked and then her expression slowly twitched as she now looked confused. "My Mabel is.." her voice trailed in disbelief, and I nodded. "I might not have grown up with her but I know very well what she looks like. Your daughter is my mother, Acantha.""Are you certain?""Very. I'm
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