Deirdre stood frozen in the same spot, her eyes wide in astoundment as she listened to the sound of someone sobbing with her face covered. She felt as if her ears were playing a trick on her and she was in so much pain that she could not speak.

The voice that she could recognize anywhere… The voice that had kept her company all this time and called out her name was actually saying to another girl now… ‘You’re my dearest child?’

“Really? I thought you'd abandoned me. Why did you not respond to me when I’ve been attempting to contact you all this time? Besides, that blind woman in the room is addressing you as ‘mother’. You’re only 40 years old. How did you end up with such a grown daughter, and how do I end up having an elder sister?”

“Uh…” Maeve sounded hesitant.

Siobhan was growing very impatient. She stamped her foot in anger as she looked at the door. “What the heck is going on! Tell me, quick. If you don’t give me a proper explanation, I will disown you as my mother from now