In the illusion, the little blonde girl wore a brilliant smile, somewhat clumsily holding colorful crayons, scribbling and painting in a book. Her seated posture was skewed and awkward, and next to the pile of toys behind her, there were two metallic children's crutches.
The blonde woman sitting beside her gazed at the little girl silently, with eyes full of tenderness, pity, and sorrow. She gently reached out her hand to stroke the girl's soft hair.
"Mommy, look what I drew?"
The girl lifted the book, on which two pink human figures, a large one and a small one, both wearing ballet tutus and striking dance poses, were drawn. She covered half her chubby face with the book and looked at her mother with her big, watery eyes, coquettishly saying, "Mommy, when I get better, you have to teach me to dance."
A trace of unnoticeable sadness flashed across the woman's eyes. She blinked and revealed a faint smile, embraced her daughter, and kissed her forehead, "...Of course, Alice."
