"MoM!!!"
"Luciaaaa, how are you my little babyyyy~did you miss meeee?"
Talking to her daughter through the HNP after weeks of not being able to talk. On the two screens, Lucia's expression reflected her brilliant and radiant smile. The first thing Mirsha did right after getting forcefully thrown in the bathroom was to call her daughter.
Almost immediately, the pain on her shoulders melted and the mental block she had been having became nothing more than paper, "My daughter, how are you? How is school? It has been a week since they opened again, right?"
Lucia's smile froze and then tears formed and fell, "M—mom, I miss… where ar—"
"How many times have you been late?" as an expert at facing the tears her daughter could supposedly produce without end, Mirsha was quick to know
"...7"
