(Saiph)
Amaia and my brothers leave the room and anticipation hits me. I leave the bed and try to stand up. I don't want to appear unwell and bedridden. A trait that has been drilled into me and is hard to get rid of at this age.
My legs shake, but I can stand. The door opens and in walks a graceful woman, my mother, my real mother.
She has tightly pursed her lips. Eyes sparkling with tears she is trying not to shed. The eyes that resemble mine. Same shade, same intensity.
Her black hair is slightly greying now, the colour that I have inherited from her as well.
A black shawl is elegantly draped around her shoulders. She moves with grace, stepping towards me.
My movements halt completely. I observe her, a barrage of emotions flooding me with their depths.
"Saiph!" She says with such motherly love. The woman pretending to be my mother never spoke to me in this tone. She was always cold and distant. Then she left me with that fiend.
