"No..." Sophia replied, shaking her head lightly while breaking the hug.
"It's just a casual meeting. Like a friend's visit..." she added later, sounding so dejected.
"Do you want me to help you choose some clothes that might be suitable for the visit? It's a lunch meeting, right?" Amelia tried to be optimistic, wanting to support her daughter.
"Sure. You must have done a lot of these with daddy before," Sophia replied.
"You bet," Amelia winked at her.
That morning, Amelia helped Sophia cook the food for Patrick, making sure his daughter made a perfect meal. She even made the hair for her daughter, a loose braided hairstyle, tied altogether at the back of her head.
When the clock hit eleven o'clock before midday, Sophia finally left home and headed to Metro City General Hospital. She
