"Think, more than anything, about my mom." Fair lowered her thick eyelashes, "Actually, I can't remember what she looked like."
"Ah." Anderson whimpered, "Has it been too long?"
"Maybe I forgot, maybe my memory is too blurry from my childhood. No recollection, I really don't remember what she looked like if I don't have a picture?" Fair beamed her little mouth.
"What does your mommy look like?" Anderson wondered.
"Beautiful, like a doll." Fair Descriptive.
Anderson's face was black, thinking Fair's adjectives were too scarce to describe it.
I can't believe I'm talking about my mommy like a doll.
Later, he learned that what Fair said was, in fact, true.
"I heard Mommy is coming back to visit me this weekend." Fair looked up with eyes full of anticipation.
Anderson, "Wow, you must be having a lot of fun."
He thinks Fair actually doesn't look happy, despite her sweet appearance, but her heart lacks care.
So, if Fair is happy, he feels better too.
Fair whispered, "Actually, I'm quite afraid of mommy, I don't know why. But I'd like to see her again."
"Why? You don't even remember her, so why are you scared?" Anderson wondered what kind of child is afraid of their mommy.
"I don't know, eh, I can't really say. I'll see you at the weekend anyway." Fair rubbed his fingers.
"What about your dad? You can't remember him either?" Anderson asked again.
Fair moved closer to Anderson, "met a few times, my dad, I don't think it's my real dad."
Anderson's bright eyes widened, "How do you know?"
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