"When you were still in my belly, I wondered what you would be like."
"It's wonderful. Lily turned out even cuter and prettier than I imagined, like a real little princess."
"No matter who you're with in the future, whatever difficulties you face, no matter how old you get, I hope you'll always remember that there's someone in this world who sincerely wishes for your happiness and joy, and never wants to see you afraid or crying again."
I don't know if she can understand, but this is what I most want to tell her.
Perhaps my tone was too gentle. Lily's crying gradually subsided, and she timidly and curiously asked me, "Are you... really my mom?"
I could see that when she asked this, her innocent eyes were filled with confusion, caution, and a hint of barely noticeable resistance.
Holding back my heartache, I smiled gently and said, "No, I'm not."
She noticeably relaxed and mumbled softly, "That's good... Chloe mom is the best mom."