Coral - Coraline's daughter

The Story of the Other Mother?

Coral stared at the Other Mother's scary buttons. The frozen smile was still on her red lips.

"You're not my Mother," Coral said, a little confused.

"Of course not my doll. I'm your Other Mother." The other mother spoke, and the smile was still frozen on her lips, the large black eyes of buttons staring at her in a way that made all of Coral's hair stand on end. - I missed you so much.

- My lack? But I've never been here. I do not even know you. - Coral's words were slow toward Another Mother.

"Give me a hug, my sweetheart." The Other Mother's hands moved toward Coral, who retreated quickly.

- I know who you are. No need to pretend. - Coral spoke with a certain coolness in her voice that made the Other Mother's smile wilt for a second. "I know you're a monster."

"Then Coraline told him." Suddenly the smile on the lips of the Other Mother became diabolical.

"Yes, she told you everything."

- I'm sure not.

- What do you mean by that?

- What I mean? - The Other Mother wiggled her fingers quickly like a spider.

"You're nothing but a baby-eating monster."

"Coraline did not tell you the whole story." The Other Mother approached the little Coral and whispered, "You were deceived."

"I was not."

"She only told him what she wanted to tell him. I'm sure she did not say that the children I supposedly ate were little monsters who killed my son."

- Son? - This was new, Coral was confused. "You mean one of the children you kidnapped?"

"My son, my own blood." The Other Mother looked frustrated. "Do you want to hear the story?"

Coral knew he should not, but he still nodded and sat down to listen to what the Other Mother had to say to him.

"Once upon a time ..." The Other Mother began and suddenly spread her mother in front of the face of the Coral and left one for bright and purple. Coral did not have time to react, just fainted.

Coral opened his eyes, it was warm, it was a sunny day. She did not know where she was, just remembered that the Other Mother would tell her a story. Something caught his attention.

A woman and a little boy ran happily through the grass.

- Hi? - Coral called, but the two did not seem to hear her. Coral approached and noticed that the two were dressed in very old clothes, very old.

"Come on, my love, it's lunchtime." The woman spoke in the sweetest, most gentle voice Coral had ever heard.

"No, Mom, let's just play some more." - the little boy spoke as he hugged that beautiful and sweet woman.

"You see me here?" Coral asked, realizing immediately what was happening. It was history. The story of the Other Mother.

Coral was very confused, probably mistaken. That woman did not seem to be a child-eating monster. Perhaps the story had not yet begun, or perhaps that was the mother of the Other Mother.

"No, little doll, you're dirty and have to eat soon." The woman took the boy's hand and lifted him gently from the floor.

The two left and the whole scene changed. It was day and now it was night. Coral was now inside a small hut with a faint candlelight. She can see the same woman sitting in a rocking chair and the little boy lying on a bed. She was telling him a story.