It seems that her loud call disrupted the mother and child as the two turn towards her with perplexed and surprised eyes.

“Oh,” says the woman quietly.

Harley freezes under her soft brown gaze. The woman has wavy blonde hair, unlike her mother’s dark straight hair. She wears long pants and a wool cardigan, a bag slung over one of her shoulders. She looks completely different from Mama, but her eyes are very similar.

“Are you alright, little one? What’s the matter?” the woman asks, stooping lower to Harley’s height.

“Uh- uhm…”

Harley doesn’t know why she is so tight-lipped right now. She doesn’t have a clue what to say.

Quite frankly, she is a bit embarrassed for running up to them thinking that this woman is Mama.

Next.