"Who are you?" - she asked conscious of the answer. The similarity was too great. The woman came a little closer and smiled at her.
"Don't you recognize your mother? Am I so different from the memories I believe you have of myself?" - the woman didn't seem to care about the hurt that was in her daughter's eyes. “Even beautiful, she looks as cold and artificial as her blonde hair and well-worked face." Veronica realized in thought.
"Should I recognize a woman who abandoned her daughter at a young age and left without ever having said goodbye to her or “I'll love you forever?”"
They were face to face. Veronica held her lying father's hand while with the other she kept her fist closed.
"Not all of us are able to maintain and care for a family, dear. If I left was because I believed it was
