An updated version of the story, fixed most of the spelling errors. Any way this is a short story on Chrome meeting her mother down the street. Chrome's Mother is quite OC Though. Enjoy and Review :)

Every time she saw mothers fawning over their daughters, talking with them and laughing with them, she can't help but think of her own daughter, whom she had unwittingly abandoned when she refused to transplant her organs to her.

Admittedly she found it a relief to be free from the burden of taking care of a child. But she occasionally felt the void left from where the anger, resentment and annoyance due to her daughter used to be.

Things could be said to be going smoothly for her life and her husband. She was earning good pay, and so was her husband. They were living luxuriously. But they had no children to dot on or love.

As she went back to her office, she came across a group of teenagers who were talking and laughing happily. She unconsciously scanned the group to see if there was a long purple haired girl with purple eyes amongst the group. She had been doing that since the apparent disappearance of her daughter, in which the her daughter had disappeared from her hospital room.

And her eyes widened to the extent that they could pop out.

For before her eyes she saw a teen who bore such an alikeness to her daughter it would be hard to believe she wasn't. The only difference was she had her hair cut short and in a pineapple like style, and one eye was covered with an eye patch which had a skull on it.

The women felt so shocked that she stood there, unable to move or utter a word.

As the group of teens came nearer and nearer to her, she caught the teen who looked like her daughter's eye. And what she saw almost made her cry out.

For that girl had eyes that were exactly like her daughters, which were gentle and forgiving, that which she unknowingly gave every time her mother put her aside to concentrate on her work. It always said,
" It's okay, I don't blame you."
But now, it could easily be seen that there was more to that. That she was no longer that little girl. She was no longer weak. And no longer alone.

But the girl, Nagi, no Chrome Dokoro knew whom that women was, and she said loudly enough, just so that Tsuna and the others, and that women could hear, a sentence that defined who she had become, and the people who had raised her to be who she was.

" It's okay. I don't blame you. But you are no longer my mother. I am no longer your child. I've found my true family."