บท 282: A good person

''What if she truly was my mother? What if all her words were true?" Luciana clutched the material of his shirt. It was so real, her voice, her tears… It was her mother, not an illusion. 

''You miss her. You want her back desperately but it was not her,'' Cardan said it like he could read her soul. He kissed her shoulder, ''Deep down, even you know that she was not your mother.'' 

Luciana tilted her head back to look at him. 

''She looked the same as the last time you had seen her on her deathbed, didn't she? She hasn't aged a day, she was wearing those same clothes, her hair was the same, her face…'' 

''Stop,'' she gasped. 

''The woman you saw was your heart's projection on the mirror. Do you know why her voice sounded distant in your ears? That's because you are forgetting her voice. And she disappeared so early because she is faint in your mind. As you grow up, you are forgetting your mother.''