The mask.

3.

I heard a lot of footsteps approaching, a commotion instantly ensued. I also felt myself being lifted up, it seemed like I was being brought inside. The voice of the crying woman was clearly heard from behind, maybe she was crying while following the person who was carrying me. A resolute voice ordered that me and the child be placed in the same room, I was quite happy with the verdict. Anyhow I can tell if the boy is conscious and what people are talking about as long as I pretend to be unconscious.

"How is this, pa? Which one is our real granddaughter?" ah, so the one who was crying earlier was apparently the grandmother of this child.

"We think about it later, after all the world of medicine has advanced, we can do tests on both of them. Now, we have to let them get treated first!" shit, I forgot about that. Come on, can't there be any evidence without having to take the test. I might fail if that happens.

Finished, our clothes replaced. The man who helped me change clothes called his employer. "Madam, ma'am, look at this." I almost cursed that I don't remember having to keep pretending to be unconscious. How not, foolishly the woman shouted near me. Hearing him call the grandmother by the name of mistress, she must be a servant. I'll remember his voice and I'll return later.

"Don't yell!" nice cake, grandfather has represented what I wanted to do.

"What's up, Tin?" turn the voice of the grandmother I heard.

"I'm sorry to surprise you ladies and gentlemen, but I found this in the hands of this little master. Doesn't this look like it belongs to the young master in the photo, I mean the big photo on display in the living room, madam."

"Ha-ah, now we both don't have to bother doing tests. Without getting tested we can guess for sure who our grandchildren are between the two of them, right?!" I smiled with satisfaction in my heart, this will all end as I wish. Actually there is still one problem, if the child next to me is aware and remembers everything. Then I have to make up a story that makes sense. But if he forgets everything. That would be an opportunity for me to switch positions with him.

"Finally, finally, we find our little Rama, pa!" god, am I gonna be the granddaughter-in-law of this whiny girl. Why should everything be done while crying, by the way this is crying, saying it is crying, a little cry. Crying does not provide any solution.

"Yes, and we'll take care of her from now on!"

"Let's talk to the doctor. Let them both rest!" finally, everyone else came out as well. I'm a little tired of keeping my eyes closed.

I looked to the side, looking at Rama who was next to me with a flat face. "I hope you'll wake up soon so I can figure out which storyline I need to go through!" mummify slowly. Call me selfish, I don't care. Selfishness is necessary to live in a cruel world. I don't know much about the world of light, but to me all the world is the same. I must think of myself first, do not want to be fooled by the pity that plunges into the pit of betrayal.

"If the god does exist, let it all go. Let me be the 'Rama' here!"