Somehow, she'd have to convince her that she was really Bridgette and hopefully it wouldn't be too difficult. She couldn't exactly blame her mom for being skeptical. She was supposed to be around about six years younger than she actually was. Any sane person would have to question it if some blonde nut came up to you and claimed to be an older version of your daughter.
"It's really me. I know it's totally crazy, but I can prove it? You wanna see I.D?" she grinned, showing she was teasing about the last part. "But it really is me. Dad's Joe, older pain in the...butt sister Ariel. Marie. We're all a little...different," she finished, hoping that'd help convince her. "I really should have seen you coming. Sometimes it's hard to see things that deal personally with me though>"