I'm sorry that I will never replace her

She loved Mondays. They were not filled with exams, tests and summary learning like the rest of the week. She spent it with her mom. She was already eight years old, but her body's metabolic age was fifteen years old. It was estimated that Jenny's emotional maturity fell somewhere in between. That's why for several moths she had been allowed to join her mom in going to the city. Of course, she still couldn't make friends with anyone outside.

Not until her quickened growth ceases and no one will be able to distinguish her from a normal person. People still kept to frown on human cloning.

Scientists called him "their client." When he was in the laboratory, he usually asked scientists about her progress. Although you could rather call it their progress on her. Then he talked to her briefly. When she was younger, he asked her about her knowledge and understanding of the world. Recently, he started telling her about her original. Comparing them.

Although, no, comparing is not the right term. Because he's never noticed any differences between them...

WARNINGS: A bit of violence, maybe some trauma