[She blinks at that. Oh... Well, there were things in the house she woke up in. Things that maybe... belonged to her 'mom'? Did she have one? What would she look like...? She just remembers the strangle, colorful patterns in one room with a strange contraption. They were the things people put on their bodies, for some reason.
She was wearing them right now. Maybe her mom liked the flower-looking pictures on those in the apart-ment. And then... Oh, would her mom have long hair? She quietly pieces random daydreams up of what she could look like, but she's not sure.]
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She was wearing them right now. Maybe her mom liked the flower-looking pictures on those in the apart-ment. And then... Oh, would her mom have long hair? She quietly pieces random daydreams up of what she could look like, but she's not sure.]
I don't know who my mom is.
[Another thought bubble pops up over her head.]