Finally, she couldn't help but reach out and touch Joyce's cheek.
Left and right, up and down … She finally gave it a hard squeeze.
"Wow, awesome high tech! Is it really a mask? Sure it's not plastic surgery? It feels like real skin. It feels so good in the hand."
Juanita gave a few "tsk" in surprise.
"It is indeed possible. Since I came to the Special Investigation Unit, I have seen it a few times. The mask is thinner than a piece of paper, and it feels completely the same as the real skin. It’s even very breathable so you can wear for a really long time without problems." Karl explained.
"Hmm. Sometimes I forget to take it down myself." Joyce smiled.
"It's just ... does he not mind?" Juanita pointed to Anderson. After all, Anderson was still a child, and his own mother had to wear a mask sometimes. Could he accept it?
Anderson sat on top of the couch and suddenly interrupted, "Mom has two faces, and I've been used to it for a long time. You can't tell anyone about that."
Joyce gently stroked Anderson's little head, and looked a little frustrated.
Anderson had been such a good boy and she felt sorry about what he had to suffer.
Juanita sat down next to Anderson and couldn't resist giving him another hug, "What's Anderson name again?"
"Anderson." Joyce said, "After the survival, he has been a gift from God to me."
In the box, there was a moment of silence.
They all understood that it was a miracle just to survive in that situation.
Anderson, moreover, was the miracle of miracles.
"Wow, he's so cute! I love this boy! Joyce, if you're too busy, just leave Anderson to me. I love children the most!" Juanita hugged Anderson and refused to let go.
Even Karl couldn't help but laugh out loud.
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