“Why are you acting this way?” he asked carefully. “Be free with me, ma’ams. You’re my relative... right?”“Yes, sir,” I said quickly.“No, sir,” Gloria cut in at the same time.The man looked at both of us, visibly confused.Realizing the mismatch that we’d given conflicting answers, I quickly echoed her,“No, sir,”But then Gloria reversed course and echoed mine,“Yes, sir,” almost at the same time.We both turned to look at each other, thrown off. Confused. I'm a little embarrassed. Then glanced back at the man, whose expression said it all:What is going on here?He leaned back slowly in his chair, arms crossed, just... watching.After a long pause, Gloria pointed at me and said, “She’s looking for her lost son too.”I whispered harshly, my face scrunched. “Gloria…”But she kept going.“Her son went missing many years ago,” she said gently.“To cut the story short, we’ve held onto hope… believing that someday, a miracle would knock at our door. And learning your story—Hearing what
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