“Alice.”
It was the end of the world for her. Standing before her was a woman around her fifties, the same blonde hair, streaked with greys. A little more lines on their face, more maturity in their blue eyes. But not far too different from her.
“Mother,” Alice didn’t take any further steps from the sidewalk. “What brings you here?”
“What a question,” A smile broke furtively on the older woman, waiting by the door. “Is it bad for a woman to visit her own daughter?” she asked.
“No…” Alice sighed, “But you could have called me beforehand.”
“And not be picked up at all? You mentioned the ‘no-call’ policy at work so I couldn’t call you even if I want to.” The woman tutted, her forehead creasing. “It’s enough of a surprise to learn that you’re not staying at your old apartme
