The warm, welcoming smile of Daniel's mother overlapped with the one in her memory.
The heaviness from guilt settled into her chest, making her feel uneasy about staying here.
Emma planned to excuse herself when his mother said, "Why don't you sit down? Daniel, bring over the stool for her. Dear, do you enjoy chocolate cakes? My daughter brought them earlier."
As Daniel pushed the stool over, he noticed the difficulty in her eyes and said, "Mom is used to not have people visit her. That's why, she is a little enthusiastic."
Unable to voice out her refusal, Emma obediently sat down on the stool. As the slice of cake was handed to her, Emma listened to everything the woman had to say, digging into the cake with the small plastic fork meanwhile.
"This is how girls should be— pretty and elegant," commented his mother. "My one is a wild monkey! I don't know who she turned out to be like!"
