Looking at Amaya's serious expression, Mimi felt a flicker of confusion. Her aunt rarely looked this grave. Still, she nodded and decided to hear what Amaya had to say.
"Mimi, everyone around us—and—we are different from each other," Amaya said softly, her voice steady but firm.
"What? What do you mean by 'different,' Yaya?" Mimi asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"You and I… we are special," Amaya replied, leaning forward slightly to meet Mimi's gaze. "Do you remember last night, you told me you saw a big rabbit with silver fur?"
"Yes, and you said I was lying!" Mimi pouted, crossing her arms.
"I know, and I'm sorry for saying that. I know now that you weren't lying," Amaya admitted, her tone gentle but serious.
Mimi's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? So, it was real?"
Amaya nodded. "Yes, it was real. And there are some things you need to know about yourself, about us. But before I tell you, you must promise me something, Mimi."
