She wasn't my mother.
My real mother would never shout at me like that.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling as the doubt in my heart finally spilled out.
But she didn't answer.
Instead, she activated the bright overhead lamp.
"No!" I tried to stop her, but she grabbed me and forced me down onto a chair directly under the light, pinning me in place.
Then she shouted at me furiously.
"Listen carefully! You are not my daughter Anael. You are a synthoid. Your designation is F1. Stop deluding yourself into thinking you're my daughter. You only carry fragments of her memories!"
For some reason, the more she said it, the more I felt like I was actually a real human being.
I was a child who had grown up under my mother's care. Everything she had done had been for my sake, for a bet
