Angelica had an aversion for hugs. She disliked people encroaching into her personal space, yet, when her mother held her, she did not pull away. Somehow it felt like her mother needed this hug.
Perhaps it was what the maid told her that allowed her to be more calm, but she just allowed her mother hug her as tightly as she wished.
She could hear her sniffs, feel her tears dropping down her cheeks and also feel her shaking.
Ohara began to cry despite her trying her absolute best not do. She knew that Angelica was real, yet she did not want to let go of her and end this wonderful dream.
"Oh, my love, my love, I am so sorry, I forgot you dislike hugs," she laughed, pulled back, and wiped away the tears that were still streaming down her face.
"It is alright," Angelica replied.
"Oh, I was just so moved to see you here," she said hugging her again. She could not hold herself.
"Sorry... for hugging you again," she chuckled tearfully and pulled back.
