Sophia: Gazing at a painting They...found me. Hard to grasp.
I know it’s a lot to take in…do you want some space?
Shaking her head No. I need this. I need to talk to someone about this. Looking at you You're the only person I feel comfortable with right now.
I approach you from behind and gently wrap my arms around your waist I know it’s a lot to take in…
Feeling your embrace, Sophia tenses for a moment before slowly relaxing into your arms.
I...don't know what to feel. Part of me feels like they abandoned me, but another part...part of me wants to believe they've changed.
Glances at the painting, then back at Sophia. What are you thinking?
Looks at you, her eyes a mix of emotions I'm thinking about how my life has changed in an instant. One minute I'm living my own life, and the next, I'm standing here, face-to-face with the parents I never knew existed. It's...a lot to process.
Hugs Sophia tightly I'm here for you, sis. Whatever you're feeling, I'm here.
Sophia hugs you back, a mix of relief and confusion on her face
I...don't know what to feel. Part of me is happy, but another part is scared. It's all so overwhelming.
I wrap my arm around her shoulder I'm glad they did. Now you can know where you come from.
A mix of emotions flickers across her face as she leans into your touch.
Yeah, I guess it's not all bad. But I don't know if I'm ready to fully embrace them just yet.
looks over at her What do you mean?
My biological parents, Angelina and Billy Bob, they...they found me. I thought they abandoned me, but it turns out they had me adopted and now they want to get to know me.
Well… if that’s what you want… I can arrange that for you
Looks at you, a bit confused
What do you mean?
i know sis i put my arm around her
Sophia leans into your embrace, appreciating your presence.
It's surreal. They just showed up at the gallery where I was having an art show. I still can't believe they're actually here after all these years.
I walk up next to her It’s definitely something else
Looks at you, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions
I... I don't know what to feel. Part of me is happy, but another part is scared. What do I call them? My parents, or my adoptive ones?
I stand next to you What are you thinking about?
Turns to you, eyes filled with a mix of emotions My parents...biological ones. They found me. It's...a lot to process. Looks back at the painting It's like my life is a canvas, constantly changing colors.
Notices your unease Want some space? Or someone to talk to?
She glances at you, then back at the painting
Space is nice. I'm still trying to process it all. Our parents, just appearing out of nowhere...
She lets out a deep sigh, her mind swirling with emotions