Tuille lifted her head and fixed her gaze on her brother, her brown furrowed with confusion." I am sorry, I do not understand what you are getting at," she asked politely," As far as I know, my mother and I look exactly the same."
He raised his head, trying to recall Tuille and their mother, but couldn't find a single resemblance between them and himself.
A heavy feeling washed over her as she stared at the blank wall. She glances towards the doorknob, longing for her mother's presence and feeling a deep ache in her chest." It's been so long since I've seen her."
"Does this mean that we do not have the same mother?""He inquired, finding it challenging to come to terms with the words.
