Talia looked down at her daughter, who was rushing toward her. Her heart stirred, but because her hands were full of bags, she only coaxed gently, "Alright. I'll go make you something to eat."Although Yvonne had hurt her more than once, the bond between mother and daughter couldn't be erased.After Yvonne steadied herself, she eagerly reached for the grocery bags in Talia's hands. "Mommy, let me help you carry them."The grocery bags were rather heavy. Not wanting to burden her, Talia refused. "You go play. I can handle it."But Yvonne insisted, tugging at the bag of fruit. "Mommy, my teacher said we should help with chores at home. I don't want you to work so hard."Hearing these words, Talia frowned slightly. If the old Yvonne had said this, she would have been delighted. She would have stroked her daughter's face and said that she had grown up.But at that moment, Talia only felt disoriented, as if none of this were real.After standing there stunned for a few seconds, Yvonn
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