The woman exhaled, marching over with an expression that screamed maternal exasperation and restrained public embarrassment.
She gently took hold of her son's wrist and pulled him a step back. "Elian, sweetheart, that is not your daddy. Now be polite, apologize for bothering the nice man, and let's get going, okay?"
Elian didn't budge. "But, Mommy," he protested, voice rising in disbelief, "how can he look so much like Daddy? Maybe… maybe he's Daddy's long-lost twin brother!"
His mother turned to give him a deadpan look. "Elian, your dad doesn't have a twin. He has an older brother, remember? The one who moved to Paris last year. We literally went to see him off at the airport. You cried because they didn't let you keep the boarding pass."
Elian tilted his head, visibly undeterred. "Even so… what if Daddy's real twin got separated at birth and grew up in a different family, like in the drama Twins of Destiny? He might not know he's Daddy's brother!"
