You land on your mother's hand and gently brush against her skin again and again, trying to catch her attention. Thankfully, your efforts are not in vain.She slowly looks down at the back of her hand. After a brief moment of shock, she murmurs to herself.
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Margaret：
Why is there a cockroach in the bedroom… and why is it carrying the candy wrapper Staria left behind…
In the next heartbeat, the memory of your playful banter flashes through her mind. Her voice trembles with a mix of shock and hope.
Margaret：
Staria? Is that you? If it's really you... crawl into my other palm!
You vibrate your antennae vigorously to signal your understanding, then immediately scurry—half-flying—into her open hand. Tears begin to stream down her face, a relentless tide of emotion.
Margaret (choked)：
Staria's back. My Star is back.
Once she collects herself, she gently sets you down on the bed.
Margaret：
You must be starving. Stay right here—I'll get you something to eat.
When she returns, she’s holding a few fresh greens in one hand and an ornate candy tin in the other. She lightly brushes your carapace with a fingertip.
Margaret：
I brought these greens just for you. Eat up, honey. You'll have to make do with this tin for now, but I'll find some soft bedding for you soon.
You didn't expect your mother to recognize you immediately, and having completed your task, you happily began to enjoy the vegetables.