"Your sister also told me your name..." Upon hearing this, Alla shifted her gaze from the photo to George. "You're called Alison. It was a name given to you by your mother." Alla gave a soft smile. So she did have a name, Alison... When her mother named her, it must have been full of love. Yet, it seemed she hadn't experienced much love in her life, apart from the kindness shown by Maggie and Ricky.
Recalling her past spent peering over the orphanage walls, yearning for the embrace of parental warmth that the children outside enjoyed, her smile slowly faded. Tears uncontrollably welled up in her eyes, and the warmth in her heart was replaced with sadness and loneliness.
Seeing her state, George, ever the gentleman, drew a few tissues to wipe the tears from her eyes, "Don't cry. Your eyes are important." Alla blinked her acknowledgment and then asked again, "My mother..."
