To cover living expenses, I quickly found a part-time job at a luxury store. By the third day, Anne Wilson appeared in the shop. She looked even more beautiful than when she first returned to the Wilson family, radiating an air of aristocracy. Mom was beside her, carrying shopping bags and smiling with extraordinary joy.

I lowered my head.

At home, to make Mom happy, I often suggested going out. When we shopped, she would gaze at toys in the window and say, "This was Anne’s favorite doll when she was a child." At a children’s clothing store, she would remark, "Anne would like this dress."

I wanted to make...