At the station, a woman in black approached me and said: «Take this pendant, it belonged to your real mother.
Are you my real mother?» I asked in a trembling voice, examining the locket. «No, dear. I’m just the one who knows the truth,» the woman in black dissolved into the crowd, leaving only the echo of a mystery behind. Mornings at the train station always started the same way—with the smell of fresh pastries … Read more