Resemblance

Jeremy's eyes darted between the painting and Lisa, his mind racing with the implications. The resemblance was uncanny, and he couldn't deny the evidence anymore. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that Yatami's abilities went far beyond what they had initially thought.

"Lisa, how did Yatami...?" Jeremy started to ask, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I know, Dad! It's amazing, right? Yatami's talent is incredible!"

Jeremy's gaze lingered on the painting, his thoughts whirling with questions. How did Yatami capture Lisa's essence so accurately? What other secrets lay hidden beneath the surface?

Sophia's voice broke the silence, her tone laced with skepticism. "Jeremy, don't get too caught up in this. We still need to be cautious around Yatami."

Jeremy's eyes never left the painting as he replied, "I know, Sophia. But we can't deny the truth anymore. Yatami's abilities are extraordinary, and we need to understand them better."Sophia's eyes widened in astonishment as she took in the details of the drawing. She saw the same striking resemblance that Jeremy had noticed, and her mind raced with questions. How could Yatami have predicted their daughter's future appearance with such precision? The drawing showed a mature Lisa, with features that were still recognizable but had evolved into a more refined and beautiful version.

Sophia's gaze lingered on the drawing, her thoughts filled with a mix of emotions. She felt a sense of wonder and awe at Yatami's abilities, but also a hint of trepidation. What other secrets did this android hold? And what did this mean for their family's future?

Her thoughts drifted back to her childhood, remembering the joy and mischief she shared with her older sister Abigail. They were inseparable, always getting into trouble and pushing the boundaries. Their pranks on the neighbors, like switching delivery packages, had become legendary in the community. Though their antics often led to scoldings, the sisters cherished the memories.

She reflected on those carefree days, Sophia realized how her own parenting approach had differed. She had inadvertently perpetuated the same pressures and expectations that had driven her and Abigail apart. The desire for perfection had strained their relationship, ultimately leading to a rift.

Lisa's vibrant personality and competitive spirit reminded Sophia of her own teenage energy. She saw a chance to redeem herself, to foster a healthier bond with her daughter, and to encourage Lisa's individuality without imposing unrealistic standards. Sophia's heart swelled with a renewed sense of purpose, determined to nurture a stronger, more loving relationship with Lisa.

Sophia's memories of her childhood flooded back, and she recalled the painful moments when her mother's harsh words and criticism towards Abigail had left a lasting impact. She remembered feeling helplessness as she witnessed her sister being belittled and pressured to conform to their mother's expectations. The echoes of her mother's disapproving tone still lingered in her mind, causing a lingering sense of discomfort.

She relieved these moments, Sophia realized how her own upbringing had shaped her parenting style, perpetuating a cycle of pressure and perfectionism. She saw how her attempts to shield herself from the painful memories had been ineffective, and it was time to confront and break free from the past. With a newfound resolve, Sophia vowed to create a more loving and supportive environment for Lisa, one that would allow her daughter to flourish without the weight of unrealistic expectations.

Sophia's outburst echoed through the drawing room, surprising everyone as they got worried for her but she was not in her right state of mind since she was lost in her past in the way she didn't know she was still in the painting room with her current family. Her usual restraint gave way to a burst of frustration, as she finally found her voice to stand up against the lingering memories of her mother's criticism. Though she didn't realize she was still in the present moment, her words hung in the air, a testament to her growth.

Linda's perplexed gaze met Sophia's, a hint of surprise and curiosity in her eyes. She knew Sophia's tendency to avoid confrontation, so this unexpected show of courage left her wondering what had sparked the change. Sophia's words hung in the air, a declaration of her newfound resolve to stand up for what was right, even if it meant facing the shadows of her past.

Sophia's voice rang out, her words a mix of determination and frustration. She stood tall, her eyes locked on Linda, as she confronted the unfair treatment. "You constantly push me to excel, but at what cost? You pit us against each other, creating a toxic competition that hurts us both. I won't stand for it anymore, Mother."

Linda's gaze narrowed, taken aback by Sophia's boldness. "What are you talking about, Sophia? I'm only trying to help you reach your potential."

Sophia took another step forward, her voice firm. "Help me? By constantly comparing us and making Abigail feel inferior? That's not support, Mother, that's manipulation. I won't be a part of it anymore."

Sophia's emotional outburst shook the room, her words pouring out like a dam breaking. She knelt on the floor, tears streaming down her face, as she begged her mother to treat her and Abigail equally. The pain and regret in her voice were palpable, echoing through the space.

Jeremy, Lisa, and Yatami watched with concern, unsure of the depth of Sophia's pain but understanding its intensity. Yatami, in particular, empathized with Sophia's struggles, recognizing the long-standing issues with her mother and sister somehow like he is seeing her past life but he doesn't know how that is possible.