Could this be a dream?
She often had dreams like this.
In her dreams, Amelia would suddenly return, saying she had grown up well and asking her not to worry.
But what mother could truly stop worrying about her child? She didn't want Amelia to just disappear like that.
Yet, the more time passed, the fewer times she dreamt of her.
This wasn’t a dream.
The Amelia in her dreams wouldn’t speak like this.
The little girl who had saved her from the streets of death was actually her own daughter!
"You were never a bringer of misfortune," the woman looked at Amelia, her eyes bloodshot, as if struggling against something. "You are the treasure that heaven bestowed upon me."
"When you were just born, even the nurses said you looked like a little milk bun, smiling at everyone."
"It was me wh
