158 A Disappointment

Anne Summer.

Coming out from the other side of the mall aisle, I searched everywhere rapidly with my eyes even though if asked I could not honestly say what I was expecting to see. But that curious twitch would not leave me and I don’t intend to ignore it. Although I have not associated myself with little kids in years, those voices kept bringing forth memories I can’t explain.

It was not until my eyes landed on the group of people on the other side that I stopped searching, with an instinct telling me they were the owner of those voices.

And it was not until the woman beside them turned to look at me that I knew what had been pushing me.

Motherly instinct. Because right there, over there is Becca! My long lost daughter!

Though another person might be confused with the long pass of years and the noticeable changes in her face and look and even her hair seemed slightly different if my eyes were correct. Despite the tight bun, I could see her golden hair is not a complete shade of gold