“You are my mommy,” he replied making me confused.
“What? How can I be your mother? We just met a minute ago,” I asked.
“You are my mommy.” Her eyes got moist. I had no clue why she would address me as her mother. But I had to agree with her before she starts crying, “okay, baby girl. Please don’t cry.”
I wiped her tears and smiled at her before adding, “are you alone or with someone? And what are you doing here?”
“What happened to you mommy. I came here with you,” she explained.
“I forgot, baby. I’m sorry,” I apologized even though I had no clue of what was going on.
“Just give me a second, okay? I will go to that lady and ask something and come, okay? Please wait here. Don’t go anywhere,” I asked.
“Okay, mommy,” she innocently replied.
I walked to the reception situated on
