Where did the Silja go who used to handle things very maturely even if she was the youngest among all?
Where did the little girl who used to play with children and her maids in the sand go?
"Even if the identity you were living till date was not true, the love they showed you wasn't fake, was it?" Mira's slow voice rang in the calm room.
"You might not be the king and queen's real daughter but they have loved you and that doesn't change just because you find out that you are not their daughter," Mira held Silja's hand.
"Their love was there even when you didn't know about the truth. But now don't try to balm and push them away when you know the truth,"
"I know it's hard to accept. So give yourself some time and find who you actually are," Mira slowly pulled Silja in a hug.
