Emily stared as a teenage girl came out of the closet.
Her daughter.
She was around the same height as Emily. She only saw her from behind, but the first thing to stick out was her cropped, long sleeve sweater that she was wearing. It was striped with two different shades of blue. She was also wearing some skinny jeans, however they flared just a tiny bit at the ankles. She was wearing converse shoes too. She turned around to face Emily. Emily looked at her face.
She had brown eyes, just like Max. Actually, they were exactly like Max’s, almost spot on.
She wasn’t wearing any makeup, aside from maybe a little eye liner. Her nose was small and slim, like hers. Her eyes were an unfamiliar shape, but still pretty. Her whole face was pretty.
Looking down, Emily noted her figure. It was almost spot on what she used to look like. Her small chest, slim waist. She was petite yet strong, not someone you would want to get into a fight with.
“Mom? Mom!?” Her daughter yelled at her. Emily realising the expression on her face that of stress and frustration,
“Oh- uh yeah... what was it again... sweetheart?” She asked, politely,
“My ring!?” She yelled, almost losing her voice.
Emily panicked and started rummaging around in her pockets as if she would find something there.
But she did.
She pulled out a green pearlescent ring. It didn’t look particularly expensive, but it was pretty.
“Oh thank god,” her daughter sighed in relief, “I have to go, Dad’s in the garden. I love you!” She yelled as she ran through her doors, slipping the ring on her finger as she did.
“I- I love you too... Abigail!” Emily shouted back, biting her lip as she did, hoping the name was right.
“See you at 6, mom!” She ran down the stairs, careful of not tripping. Before she reached the end of the staircase, the doors closed.
Emily was now alone inside, with nothing but her daughters bedroom and a piano.
Emily just stood there, nothing to say.
She just met her daughter. Her own daughter. For the first time in her life
She sat down on the floor, leaning against this grand piano.
She thought about what was happening. Vaguely visualising the life she had before this moment, the life she was living in right now. But they were too far away to grasp. All she had were the memories of the life she had before.
She didn’t know what to do. In situations like this, she would usually vent to Max.
So maybe meeting this Max for the first time would help.