Game 1

Game 1 Outline

I am my Mother?

Suddenly I realise that the woman who had appeared behind me before was vaguely familiar - And I knew why - Not only was she the same woman I was looking at in the mirror - but she was my mother! Younger than I remembered ever seeing her, but still my mother. The voice from downstairs belonged to my father. The one who always greeted Mum with a big kiss every morning...

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