Start of Story: Jaw hung open

Of course Leang’s jaw hung open, her brows lifted high onto her forehead.

“Carried me home? as in adopted?” still couldn’t quite contain the shock, she clumsily wiped bits of foam off with a tablecloth.

“You’re still my daughter, doesn’t matter whether I carried you home in a car or in my womb.” Keng was equally surprised that she had let it slip so casually. Until this moment, she had almost forgotten about it. She couldn't remember the last time it had been mentioned.