Cherub quickly took out a photo frame from his backpack and showed it to Hannah. "Look, this is you, Mommy. I carry you with me every day."
Hannah was also surprised, looking at the photo frame in Cherub's hands. It did indeed resemble her quite a lot. She sat down, holding Cherub, took the photo frame, and after a half-second of astonishment, her fingers gently traced the person in the picture. Were there really people who looked so alike in this world? Unbelievable.
"Mommy, it's you, right? You're my Mommy." Cherub clung to Hannah's neck, speaking affectionately. "I miss you so much. They said I don't have a Mommy, but now I can show them you."
Hannah was silent for a while, then pulled Cherub down and asked, "How old are you?"
"I'm 5." Cherub extended five fingers.
"I'm not your Mommy; you must have made a mistake," Hannah said, smiling to reassure him.