A few hours after talking to my aunt who I now knew was my sister, I found myself back in that room with the woman who had been identified as my mother. It was hard to accept the fact that the woman who raised me and took care of me my entire life was not my real mother but my sister. While I’ll admit that there were some instances where she’d act more like a sister to me than a mother, I just thought it was her way of trying to be my friend and mother.
I took in a deep breath than took my time examining the tube that she was in. It was long like one of those pods in a scifi movie that the scientist use for cloning. There were no cords around it, nor was it connected to anything. There was, however, a couple of funny looking machines that encircled her, each given off this strong pulsati
