Monica's POV
“Monica?” The woman said, her voice calm yet trembling.
“Mum” I muttered, finally remembering where I knew this figure from. I could barely recognize her because she had changed a lot.
“Monica,” she said, tears gathering in her eyes as she looked at me “My baby” she added.
“Your baby?” Mia asked, confusion written all over her face. “Mum, why are you crying?” Mia asked, holding Clara's hands.
“Mum?” I asked, realization suddenly dawning on me “Mia is your daughter” I said, staring at the woman who left my father just because he couldn't cater to her needs.
“Monica my child. How have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you. I've missed you. Please let's look for somewhere to talk” she said, taking her hands off Mia's grip and gently holding my hands in her but I i
