Losing her memories from an tragic, accident. She woke up, doesn't even know a thing.
A young and handsome man, who is crying like a river beside her. Thanking all saint for saving her. Claiming to be, her son.
Many years had past. They become happy and contented.
Until.... An uncertain tall and handsome man in his late 50's came claiming to her real family, A husband together with his son's
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Please! Please! Please! Let me go, please! -"
"My turn. Do you hear what you're saying, now? You feel sorry for me, what? I'll let you go? For what? For what? For you to see and be able to be with the people. Those mothers are worthless and paperless? What about me? Do you think I can agree to that? To be whole and be a happy family while I'm at it? To be left alone? No! Absolutely not I can be willing to leave -"
"That's not true! You're not alone--"
"And do you think I'll believe that ?! Do you think I'll be willing for you to just leave me like garbage ?! Not mine. I can't - I can't be willing for you to leave me. I won't let them know or see you. They won't be able to take you from me. Because it's time for them to try to snatch you from me. I. Will. Kill. Them. all.
I will kill anyone who tries to kidnap and take you from me. They will pass by my corpse first before they touch it, the end of your hair. Because as long as I'm breathing. I'll make sure it's just me. I am the only one, the only one, your child will know. It's just me and nothing else.
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