The Truth

In horror, I withdrew my trembling fingers and looked at the smiling girl. "Who is that head portrait?" "My mom!" The girl pointed to the riverside where there was a woman in a white dress. I paid the bill and quickly walked over. That woman was slender, not Shalock I had seen before. I stood behind this stranger for a while, adjusted my breath and then nerved myself to say, "Hello!" "Yes?" The woman turned around. She had a gentle face. I shook the bracelets on my hand awkwardly. "Your daughter is very cute." "It is summer vacation, so I brought her here to earn pocket money. Thanks for your support to her." Her voice was as soft as the spring, and so were her moves. It seemed that she was well-bred and led a good life. "I am interested in your head profile." I felt that my behavior was rude. However, I firmly believed that I didn't make a mistake. That costume was Shalock had worn. The woman smiled. "Are you talking about that toy bear? She often hands out balloons to the children in