"Is this a joke? Can you get serious? Where is my mother?" The room was unbelievably quiet, and she was patient enough to wait for her mother. She expected her to show up anytime and tell her that all of this was a joke.
"Here I am," she said again and she stared at her more seriously, studying her face to see if she was joking. But she did not smile, at least not like Lucas. Her eyes a little into her skull, her hairline looked familiar, her nose a little pointed and her skin colour clean and clear.
"What are you saying?" She was confused as she walked a little behind trying to understand what was happening.
