I didn't realize that Annette had been watching until she began pulling my mum away from my grasp. As we locked eyes, she quickly looked away and stepped backwards with my mum.
Holding back the remainder of my tears, I sniffed and asked her, “Do you two know each other?”
She glanced at me and then at my mum, “I should be asking that, although…” she pressed her lips together, looking at us as if trying to find out something.
“That's my mum!” I said proudly, my chest still heavy, and I was fighting not to sob once again before her.
She rolled her eyes and chuckled, “Are you joking right now?” she asked and ran her tongue across her upper lip. “And this isn't why I called you.”
Then why did she call for me? I had even believed that she must have met my mum, and she explained to her wh
