Mother (3)

"Mother...?" I asked.

"Yes, Mother," she affirmed.

"You... you can't be my mother. My real mother passed away the day I was born," I spat out, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and wariness.

To my anguish, the entity wearing my mother's form laughed. However sweet its laughter was, it didn't please me at all.

I felt anger welling up inside me, directed both at the impostor before me and, in a bizarre twist, at myself.

Exasperated, I demanded, "Enough! Tell me who you really are and where we are!"

In response to my request, she offered a soft smile.

"We were here, we were there, we were everywhere."

I was left utterly bewildered by her mystifying words.

"W-What are you playing at?"

She looked at me with a gaze that mirrored the way my real mother used to look at me, as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

With that same soft smile, she replied, "Why? I am not playing games. And please, one question at a time. As for the question of who I am, I believe I alread