[ Eyes warm with fondness, she nods. She's silent for a moment after, as she contemplates over what to say. ]

My mother passed away when I was six years of age, and my father never bothered to remarry... Consequently, I am the only child he has.

[ Talking about it doesn't seem to bother her, but she does seem to look up at him nervously, fearing the subject may be too heavy to begin with. ]

My memories of my mother are incredibly dear, however; she had gentle hands and a strong disposition. Whenever I was teased for my hair, she would say that it was her favourite thing about me - a reminder of all the love I have to give... She was the most beautiful woman.