EDNA
“What?”
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets from the shock.
H…how could that be?
If my mother was her daughter, then am I not my mother’s daughter?
Madam Maria suddenly lifted the blouse of her outfit and I paused. She had the same mark at the side of her stomach, the only difference was that the color is deeper.
“The color gets deeper as you grow older. Your mother has it too.” She said in a hoarse voice, her eyes warmer now.
Yes, I can remember that my mother has it, she had once told me that it was inherited.
But, what's going on?
Yet, a premonition emerged in my heart and I didn’t like it one bit.
“So, what does that mean?” I asked, staring at her as though trying to see through her.
She was silent for a few seconds before replying, “It means you are my biologic
