Escaping to the Surface

"Let's escape this place first," she stepped back from me, her cheeks tinged with a deep shade of red, and I couldn't help but be confused. 

My actions were all normal for a son who missed her mother dearly. Why was she acting so weird ? 

"Mom, you're all red. Are you sick? " I asked with a concerned voice. 

"Hey, stop touching my mother," my copycat dashed forward, grabbing her shoulder, as if challenging my presence.

The two of us met eye to eye again; it seemed this potential brother of mine was really pushing my limits. 

"You two, please, not now," she sighed and stepped away from my copycat, fearing that we would fight again if she showed favoritism.

However, I still knew that my mom loved me more. Her heart did not beat as fast when my copycat touched her shoulder.

"Let's go, less talk, more actions," Zeker spoke up, finally realizing that we had wasted so much time.