My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
You guys just realized?

"Yes. Uh, Keyla are you awake?" my mother said Zedna just took a quick glance.

"What's? That'sallthatis. Even mom doesn't care about me at all" I said to myself.

"Sister, did we buy the shrimp?" ask my mom Cloey who looks through the leather pouch.

"House? The feeling is bought... Isn't it?" thought my mother Zedna was trying to remember while helping to check the shopping bags.

"It can be messy if we don't buy it."

"Try to search there" pointed my mother Zedna at a bag of unchecked groceries.

"Nothing."

"If it's here."

"No. It's fruits."

"Where are you?"

"..."

"What a surprise, they were more concerned with shrimp than me" I said flatly looking at my two mothers who were still busy looking for shrimp in grocery bags.

"Patiently, this is a trial," Rosse patted my shoulder excitedly but it sounded like mocking.

"I'm so sorry" Sofia Mala followed.

"Have they always been like this while I was in a coma?"

"Yes, not really. I just found out by now that they're using sister's calls" Lisa said.

"It looks like they don't feel any loss at all."

"It's okay, there's still us."

"How sad is my life."

"What are you talking about Rin? Of course we love you very much. We always expect your awareness all the time" said my mother Cloey, who is still busy looking for shrimp.

"Yes, we all really hope for your recovery, especially mom. I want to apologize to you. I'm sorry I wasn't there in the time when you were sick, but honestly I love you so much" my mother Zedna wiped her tears but she still didn't realize who she was talking to.

"Finally, I met you too" said my mother Cloey, pointing out what they had been looking for.

"Good thing is we bought it."

"Tasting us today would be perfect."

"Have you met, mother?" I said finally make them look.

"Yes, Rin..."

"Yes, Keyla..."

Say them together while looking at me. Instantly they were sculpting and only realized during this time who they were talking to.

"Good then, I want to go to sleep" I said, pulling the blanket.

"Sherina!!!"

"Keyla!!!"

Their screams made me close my ears. The two of them ran up to me and directly hugged me tightly with tears instantly streaming down their cheeks. I had a little trouble breathing because I was touched by both of my mothers.

"It's real, isn't it? I'm not dreaming, am I? You finally realized too. Hua.aa... My daughter... My little princess. Huhu...hu.." my mother Cloye's cry broke out after realizing my consciousness.

"Thank God, thank you. Thank you for coming back. I really thought I couldn't hear your voice anymore. Hix... Hiks.." My mother Zenda's grief is not much different.

"Mother, I think it's enough of a hug" I said later. They let go of his embrace.

"You really scared me. I can't afford to lose you anymore" my mother Cloey blocked her tears. "Mom will punish you!"

"What?!"

Uncompleted I was surprised by the last sentence, mother immediately tickled me then kissed my cheeks, forehead and whole face repeatedly. All of it makes me tickle and not stop laughing.

"Haha....... Mothers.... Enough mother. Amusedly... Haha.." My laughter ripples because it can't stand mother's punishment.

"Stop mom... Haha... I'm not strong anymore, sorry mom."

After being satisfied, my mother stopped tickling and kissing my face. "Be aware if you repeat it again! I'll punish you more severely."

"Even so, promise doesn't make any more."

"Mom's so glad you're happy Keyla" said my mother Zedna, bowed glumly as she stepped back. "Mom doesn't deserve to be by your side. What kind of mother am I? Can't give happiness to his daughter. I've even made you suffer."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

I tried to get out of bed to get to my mother until I realized that I still did not have enough energy. My handler slipped and I almost fell, fortunately my mother Zedna was swiftly holding me back.

"Be careful Keyla," worry was clearly visible on her face.

"Sorry mother."

"No. I'm not your mother. You're the daughter of the Morgen family now. I don't deserve to be your mother" mother passed away.

"_________________________________________________________________________________________________________," I said make his steps stop.

"You, can you read it?" mother turned around with a surprised expression.

I nodded with tears streaming down my eyes. "Mother wrote it herself, photographed it, right?"

"Photo?" Lisa took out the photo I meant and looked at the writing behind it. "Write this?" point it at us.

"Yes" I replied.

"Huh, I don't even understand what this writing is."

Sofia tilted her head to look at the sentence closer. "I know what it means, My love is with you every day, even when you're not with me."

"Eh?! Sofia even you know what that means?" lisa was surprised.

"That's Greek. What language do you think we use for our magic spells? ⁇ _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________."

Sofia raised her hand upwards while chanting the mantra. Suddenly the petals of various colors fell down on us. The smell of fresh flowers is really a step in this snowy season.

"I just found out it was Sofia" Rosse said as she wiped her head off the petals.

"Actually this is all still hard to believe by me," said Lisa then who was amazed.

"I don't blame my mother's actions on leaving me at the orphanage, there must be a reason behind it all, right?"

"Don't blame yourself Zedna. Most importantly, our daughter is back. Regrets in the past can be replaced in the future," my mother Cloey softly welcomed me.

"Hiks... Forgive Keyla's mother... Sorry, I'm sorry... Huhu....hu.." cried my mother Zedna while hugging me.

"the (Miterra) one doesn't need to apologize."

"No, I made a terrible mistake with you. Wait what did you say?" my mother Zedna immediately let go of her embrace and looked straight into my eyes.

"Miterra. From today I will call mother Miterra. What do you think, Lisa?" I'm with Lisa.

"Miterra? What does that mean?" ask Lisa.

"Yes, it's mom. Hihi.." answered me who immediately upset Lisa. We just laughed to see it.

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(Note: Father and mother call for adoptive parents. Pateras and Mitra call for biological parents.)