It’s a warm but windy day. That’s the kind of day she enjoys the most. Sitting outside at her picnic-table with a mug filled with coffee in her right hand, she looks off into the distance. No matter where you look, her house is surrounded by grass all around. But you could still hear the sound of the waves crashing against the island’s cliffs in the distance. A strong wind ruffles up her short white hair. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and takes a sip from her coffee. The bitter flavor spreads all across her mouth and lingers there even after she swallowed it. “Kei should probably mow the lawn today.”, she thinks to herself. Kei was her beloved son. An almost exact replica of his father. Pitch black hair, sharp facial features, freckles across cheeks and nose, and a muscular body. Even their smile was the same. Maybe that’s the reason why her heart feels like breaking every time she sees her son smile. The only thing he inherited from her is his ocean blue eyes. Looking at him would always feel as if she was looking right back at herself. As if he wasn’t even Kei, but a second Aya. “If only he looked more like me.”, she quietly says. “If only..”. She takes another sip from her coffee.

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