LESLIE'S POVMy lips trembled and my tears fell to the ground as I took steps closer to her. I crouched in front of her, a sob escaping my lips. Those familiar hazel eyes, that familiar mole, everything looked older but the same. Yet, she felt so different, so out of touch.“Mum." My voice cracked and my fingers hitched as they trailed the wrinkles on her face. “It's…it's me. Leslie, your daughter. Do you remember me?”She shook her head, the innocence in her eyes childlike. Her hands come up to wipe my tears. "Miss, why are you crying? What makes you so sad?”I broke down and hugged her to my chest, my tears wrecking me. My mum was alive. All these years, she had been locked up in this dark, cold place. All on her own.“I'm sorry," I sobbed. “It's all my fault. I should have found you earlier." I froze when I heard her crying and pulled back. I grabbed her cheeks and panicked. “What's…what's the problem? Are you hurt anywhere?”"Miss, I…I can feel your sadness," she sniffed. “If you
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