Diana was surprised by my words. For a brief moment, her steps slowed, and her eyes widened. Then I saw something else flicker across her face — a hint of sadness mixed with guilt. She quickly looked away, as if trying to hide it.
"Didn't your mother tell you…" she said softly, her voice carrying a slight tremor, "I am your godmother… and your aunt. How could I not know about you, little brat?"
She reached up and gently shuffled my hair with her fingers, trying to lighten the mood. A smug, playful smile returned to her lips as she looked at me with teasing eyes. "Come on… call me 'Mom' quick. Let's see how it sounds."
I didn't call her "Mom." Instead, I stopped walking and looked straight into her eyes, my voice quiet but serious. "Then why am I only seeing you now? If you've known me since I was born… if you've been watching over me all this time… why did you wait until today to finally appear in front of me?"
