My Family Part 3

"Mom!" I called out, the words escaping my lips with longing. For some reason, I felt like I'm becoming more human in front of her; becoming more emotional. 

It was as if she had the ability to make others show their true emotions. 

I wanted to touch her hands too; I missed her so much, and this moment being stolen from me by a copycat hurt my ego.

 The desire to let go of my control and unleash a torrent of anger on my copycat surged within me. The internal struggle was evident, but I stopped myself from succumbing to the rage, afraid that my mother would witness such an unsightly version of me 

She turned towards me, her gaze slowly locked up to meet my eyes. However, the expression on her face was far from what I expected.

A look of confusion, doubt, and a hint of curiosity painted her face. It was as if she were caught off guard, trying to piece together the situation.