Over the years, Irma had imagined about seeing her mother again for countless times. She thought that she might fall into her arms and weep bitterly, crying and assailing her why she ignored her own daughter for all these years. Or she could just throw a tantrum and tell her how much she missed her.

But when their eyes meet, Irma was relatively speechless.

The endless waiting has forced their then intimacy into strangeness.

What's more, when Irma saw Margret, she thought of ...