“I’m 7 years old.”
“What’s your mother’s name?”
“Averyn,” her reply made me shook in disbelief.
“Averyn?” I repeated after her.
“Does this means she is my twin sister Averyn’s daughter? Does this mean she is my niece? Maybe she was calling me mommy because I and Averyn look alike?” I thought to myself and kept staring at the girl in disbelief.
“What happen, mommy?” She asked seeing me sitting motionless.
“No-nothing dear,” I replied while stuttering my words. P
I cleared my throat and decided to gain as much as information I could, “where do you live?”
“I live with you, mommy,” she innocently added.
“I know dear. I mean to ask your address,” I rephrased my words.
“Address... we just came here from London. I don’t remember our address because we always have to keep changing
