"Foreign?" Sharon paused but then laughed again. "Of course, that explains it." she shook her head.
"It must have been hard on you. But I am sure you must have met a kind couple who had taken care of you. Right, my lady?" she had? She remembers the kind words of her mother when she sent her to work and the beatings she had received from her father when she spent the money she had earned.
Suddenly the table felt too lavish. The gap between them felt unfathomable.
"Yes, they were very kind." she picked up the glass and took a sip bringing a smile on Sharon's face.
"You are supposed to tell them, my lady. About your childhood, about how they cared about you and how you loved them in response. But how you always felt that your parents would be waiting for you." she paused and shook her head.
