"Rosemary, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Karen sat on the passenger side, looking at Rosemary who wanted to speak several times and couldn't help but ask.
In the past, no matter what, Rosemary would not want to do what she did today, wanting to talk about it but afraid to do so.
"Karen, I mean if ah, if your real parents suddenly appeared in front of you, would you recognize them?"
After an afternoon of hesitation, since she had already been seen, Rosemary thought about it and decided to ask, otherwise she would go back later and know how to answer Judy.
"Rosemary, do you know who my real parents are?"
Karen looked at her with some emotion, her fingers clenched tightly on the corner of her coat, and asked, biting her lower lip lightly.
If she hadn't known something, knowing Rosemary as she did, she would never have acted as she did.
Rosemary nodded, held her hand, and said slowly, "Do you remember the silver necklace your father gave you before he died?"
"Well, my dad said that the silver necklace was already hanging around my neck when he picked me up, at that time, there were very few people in the family who could afford this kind of silver necklace, plus the pendant of that necklace seemed to be half of a leaf, my dad told me that there should be another one of this silver necklace, and he told me to keep it well, saying that if one day I wanted to go to my real parents, this silver necklace might be the proof of my identity."
"Your father is right, there are indeed two of these necklaces, when I first saw this necklace I always felt as if I had seen it somewhere, but just couldn't remember for a while, until this morning I finally remembered where I had seen it, so you are the daughter my mother has been looking for outside for twenty years."
Speaking of which, Rosemary's mood could almost be described as jubilant.
She has always wished she had a sister, although God did give her a sister, but that sister from the beginning to never treat her as a sister, although after she knew she was wrong before she died, but no matter what, those wounds in the heart is not a sorry can all be healed.
But Karen is different. Even though they do not have any trace of blood relationship, they are as close as sisters, and now knowing that she is the long-lost daughter of her own righteous mother, their relationship is drawn even closer.
"You ...... are ...... you saying that I am Mrs. Judy's long lost daughter?"
Karen asked in disbelief as she looked at Rosemary, her words trembling.
The news was like a bomb that blew Karen out of her mind, leaving her in total disbelief.
Who is Mrs. Judy? It's a person from Rice, but it's an international figure. Now in the United Nations, the hands are holding the military and political lifelines of several countries.
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