A Two Way Mirror

"Hey... kid! What's your name?" Hazel's son didn't answer him. Ignored by the child, Wilson felt embarrassed. Then, he could only skip this question and continued, "... Hey, uh... I invited you here to stay with us, because your mommy's here, so you have to live here for quite some while. Be a good boy, okay?" Shamelessly, Wilson described a kidnap as an "invitation," but he figured this answer was enough for him to deal with a five-year-old kid. However, the boy was sneering secretly. Except when Wilson mentioned "mommy," the boy's heart tingled like chords of a shaken lyre. His heart was still touched! Mommy... All along, he had never seen his mother. A long time ago, he had called out for her in his heart countless times, but even in his dreams, he had never seen her face. What did she look like? Had she ever thought about him? Why did she... abandon him? Or even, did she still remember him? Perhaps, she didn't care about him at all, because she still had a son, didn't she? That son