Madam could be absolutely certain, this is her daughter, this is her daughter.
Blood is thicker than water, that sense of connection is remarkable.
Mr. Davis held his daughter and cried for quite a while, his voice choked with emotion, he said to Nell Harris: "Aya, come, take a look at your mum, come... don't be afraid, this is your mother..."
She held Nell's hand, just like she guided her to walk when she was little, saying: "Aya, don't be afraid..."
Mr. Davis led Nell Harris to Madam: "Wife, take a look, our Aya, Aya… our daughter, she's back."
Mrs. Davis raised her hand, trembling, to touch Nell Harris's face, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse, almost inaudible: "Our Aya has grown up, Mum truly couldn't imagine, that in my lifetime, I would be able to see you again."
Nell Harris's eyes felt as if someone had thrown a handful of sand, sore and unbearable, she said: "Mum... I'm back..."
