So weird

Pamela glared at the woman. She's a woman. Her physical features portrayed her as one. She was hesitating but summoned courage and rolled down the glasses.

Pamela's heart was beating fast. She glared at the woman standing and staring at her. She cannot see her face, it was covered in a veil.

Pamela still held her phone and for some seconds, didn't know what to say to the woman before her.

Sister Susan's eyes were already wet with tears. She glared at her daughter. This is the second time in her twenty eight years that she would set her eyes on her.

She glared at Pamela. She's so beautiful, more beautiful than she appears in pictures. She looks very much like her. But those eyes and hair were all Linus'.

Her bowels for compassion, her innate motherly affection let loose. She wanted to stretch her hands and cupped her face in her gloved hands and kiss her temple.

This is her daughter. The little baby she was only chanced to see through dizziness as her